She nodded slightly. "Profits all go to the homeless shelter, of course." Not that she made a ton of money while busking. But it wasn't complete insubstantial. And there wasn't a better use she could think of. Her librarian gig paid rent and for blood. And Jack seemed to be determined to buy her all the boots she could ever want. So she was good there.

"Mostly classics. The Beatles."

Wait a second...

Diana sat up ramrod straight. "I'll bet you don't have the Beatles in your world. Oh, dude. You're in for the greatest thing ever."