"Lyon," Darcy corrects, but with a sort of hometown pride that any true New Yorker could recognize. As Darcy listens, their eyes widen with joy, folding in on theirself a little to contain their excitement.

"Dude," Darcy half-laughs in delight, "you have no idea what it's been like aboard with nobody into my music. I mean- there's Vance, he's a metalhead, but he's from the 70s, so it's all classic Led Zeppelin and shit. Like- I mean, it's never a good thing to have someone show up, or anything, but. You're cool, it's nice to meet you and everything."