"He called them 'Sugarplastic.' It was nice, I guess, but not what I'm used to." Her brow furrows, as she thinks out loud.

"Jazz is popular at home, but the headmistress wouldn't let us listen to it. Seditious, or something. Oh, and I think there's a kind of music popular in, in the Americas called 'the Blues,' but we didn't get that much in Oxford." She shrugged.

"Any reccomendations?"

[ooc: sorry it took me this long; I'm back from class now, though.]