Oh- wow. [Jack gives a laugh, because how is he supposed to explain the entire canon of western music to a girl who didn't even know what a radio was.] All kinds. Fast, slow, newer, older . . . yeah.

[He's quiet a moment, contemplative, trying to think of what his favourite song is, until he realizes why the question is so hard.]

I, ah. I guess I don't actually have a favourite song of my own. I like a lot of music at different times, and for different reasons. Does that make sense?