"It is very different than the music I knew at home," she said with a nod. "But I do not know what your music is like. Maybe it is nearer to it than I know? Regardless, there are many types I have found, although some of it I do not like at all."
She dug several CDs out of her bag and made her way into the living room, sitting daintily on the floor in front of the TV and DVD player. Pushing a few buttons, she turned everything on, and inserted one of the CDs, one of her favorites, an Enya CD that, if not familiar, was at least pretty in its own right, not filled with vulgar lyrics and things she didn't understand.
She looked at him and smiled hopefully. She could sing, if he did not like the recorded things - she'd always been told she had a lovely voice, but it had been so long since she'd had reason to sing she was almost afraid to try.