"I figure home goods is the best bet to find an old-timey record player," Beverly surmised, boots click-clacking on the floor. "But I mean, if you really want curtains - " She laughed, and just tried to blend in as best she could, even if she was dressed strangely in the eyes of the people - maybe while she was here she could even pick up some fashionable pieces, just like, things to use to model after and make retro designs back home.
She spent a good portion of her days in Van Dyne's, and counted on door excursions to give her inspiration - so, this would do it.
Then something red caught her eye. "Oh, look - " She practically dragged John on over to where the record player was sitting pretty on a shelf. "Isn't it nice?"