Emily's eyebrows rose a bit as he told her about the instruments he had other than his guitar. To have that many made it pretty clear that music was kind of a big deal to him, so she supposed this outing thing was a pretty good idea. "Where are the others?" she found herself asking without thinking it through, and then she flushed faintly. Obviously they must be wherever he'd lived before, and now she was just being nosy, but hopefully he wouldn't see it as such.
"Jingles, hmm? So, do you write for commercials or something like that?" she asked curiously. "Maybe I've heard some of your stuff, though I don't really have a lot of time to watch TV," she added with a little grin as she turned down another street.