Johnny nudged his shoulder back, slightly surprised by the contact, but kind of liking it. "Sounds like a plan. We're just full of 'em today." He headed for the back right corner, his eyes skimming the racks as they walked. When they got to the end, he chewed his lip, trying to remember what he was looking for as he started to browse. "Anything in particular you're looking for?" he asked Kieran. "I don't even know what kind of music you like, besides that you like Bob Dylan and you don't like metal."