She puts down the hot fries, wiping her hands on her pants as she goes for the CD vault at her feet. Natasha begins to flip through idly, with a few pauses on things she ultimately knows they won't agree on, either way.

"I'll let you pick because you're driving... but no 'We didn't start the fire.'" Natasha shoots him a warning look and follows it up with expectation. He knows her collection by heart, and he's even contributed a few to the pile.