"As she should be," Jack said agreeably. He played a Les Paul himself, a Standard from a few years back. Not as fancy, not as nice an instrument, but it suited him well.
He laughed easily as he looked over his shoulder at Kirley as they came to the wall that housed the guitar strings and other guitar paraphenelia. "In stock? Oh, probably quite a few. We have these." He waved his hand towards the string sets on the wall - the ones that would fit that guitar. "And then we'd have a bunch of other sets out in the back." They always had loads of guitar strings, because they were rather a staple - one of thsie biggest sellers.
Jack began pulling sets of strings down from the display and began handing them over to the older man. "Do I play?" Kirley was asking about him! Jack nodded his head and his eyes lit up in that way that musicians did when they started talking about their passion.
"I do. I have a Les Paul, actually. Just a Standard though, 2001, but she's pretty sweet." And he had an older electric guitar as well, from when he was younger, and a couple accoustic guitars, because he liked to switch back and forth between the two. His music was all over the board.