"Easy listening," she echoed, repeating the words slowly as if they were foreign. "Easy ... yeah, no," she assured him with a shake of her head. "No. But no screaming death metal either. Things I can still sing along to or dance to, or clean the apartment to," she continued. "I get enough of the easy stuff at work to last me a life time."
Since, really, she couldn't well have her clients complaining. Bad for business and all that. Her home clients were a different matter but ... well, they were different matters in a lot of ways.
"I'll take a listen. Go sample them on amazon or something," she said with a nod as they walked along.