[ He’s perched on the edge of the armchair, with the speaker set up on a table right beside him, as he scrolls through a bit to make sure his playlist has only the best on it. Once he’s sure it’s perfect, he smiles up at Harry, invites him to sit beside him. ]

The device is new, but the song isn’t. It’s from a musical from the 40s called Oklahoma. A romance. I heard they made a movie a little after I left, but I haven’t gotten to it yet. Even after this long, there’s so much to catch up with, I’ll never see it all. We should go again though, I’ll show you something more narrative.

[ Though Planet Earth was, admittedly, fantastic. But enough yapping. ]

Here, you just roll your thumb around the outside, and press the middle one to choose. Fever’s good. A little suggestive, but not as much as the stuff from last night.