"Hey, no problem." Mark toasted him in return, taking another sip of his soda as he looked around the lawn, thoughtfully. Music for someone who was a good twenty years ahead of him... well, he always did like a challenge. Silently, he wished his boombox down from his room, and set it down on the edge of the path so the grass wouldn't get it wet.

"Lemme see here... you know Cracker, at all?"