"Oh disco." She pretty much whispers, mind going all the way back to the Spellunking shelves, mentally cataloguing what she could come up with in the way of the seventies. He's right. That'd be very cute.

She waits for him to answer, but doesn't look concerned when he has to take a pause. It's like that, sometimes. More often than not, these days. Her smile grows a little sad. "No." She agrees with that assessment, "It...was fast." Too fast. She doesn't need to say that.