[Shouldn't one of them be the right way around, by that logic?
He cracks a grin-- a genuine one, actually, not that there's any way to know the difference-- and hums in a vague and agreeable way.]
Mom loved the Doors, [he says rather dreamily. It's lucky that he's stoned enough to sound like he's talking to himself, or the fact that he didn't specify his mother might be weird.]