"Country is country. And pop as in...I dunno. It's catchy." She looks thoughtful for a moment. She'd never really taken the time to figure out what "pop" was supposed to mean. "Maybe that's why they call it that, 'cause it makes you happy?"

The intricacies of musical genres falls to the wayside in her mind, however. That change in demeanor hadn't gone unnoticed, but she hasn't worked out why yet. She eyes him curiously.

Then suddenly, Jessica grins. "Oh, I see. Can't carry a tune, huh?" There's a soft snort of amusement. "You'd think I could, all the years I spent singin' stupid shit. But hey, not everybody's meant to sing. Guess God skipped over you on that, too."