"God, can't even manage to dredge up Oasis," Seth responds with a sigh, shaking his head in playful disappointment, then pushes himself to his feet, heading towards his desk. "Then again, what do I know, maybe the sixteen hundreds had proper kickin' music." As he rifles through the drawer, he mutters, "If it ain't baroque, don't fix it." He's pretty sure he's quoting something, but he doesn't remember what.

"Anyway, here," he says, returning to the couch and tossing his mp3 player into Daniel's lap and sitting down again. "Educate yourself." He's pretty sure he doesn't have anything embarrassing on there.