Yeah. Like small little rectangles. They have tape inside them that the music is recorded on I guess.

[She doesn't know how they work, she isn't a scientist. But she sure has spent many afternoons having to wind tape back into the cassette with a pencil after her player ate it all up. The memories make her smile as she initially slides into the booth across from him, then thinks better of it and goes to sit next to him instead.]

I hope we can stay somewhere close to a couple of clothes stores. I know I have stuff back home, but I really want to bring stuff from the time I'm from back with me. Just a few things.

[Of course, getting anything is dependent on her being able to swipe some cash. She's not going to ask him to get stuff for her.]