That earned a smile and nod, the kind given in lieu of understanding. The only thing he knew about that entire story was the woman twirling around on the countryside singing. He had a feeling that the more he was around Cathy, the more his pop cultural horizons would expand. Sometimes. "And you enjoyed it," he teased her further. "You stick with what you're good at when you find it. Beats trying to make something work that you aren't."
He pushed away from the cabinet, leaving the book and bag on top, and slid his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Anytime you want to give it a go, babe. You know I'll help out at the Welcome Center whenever you need it, if you want to go on an audition." If it was what she wanted, he wasn't going to do any less than be supportive of her attempts.
He released her as she spotted the piece of music she'd been looking for, slipping it out of her hand when she presented it. Once again, the song didn't look familiar but they ran some different circles when it came to the music world. "Then you should."