The raise of an eyebrow is meant to indicate that that is completely different and way more hilarious than Deacon's personal collection of 90s electronica, and he unzips it to confirm. Everything is familiar, from the varying patterned discs in their plastic sleeves to their order, flicking through as one might let the pages of a book flying by against the edge of their thumb.

"I don't know what I expected." He doesn't sound unhappy.