[ hm. she's pretty sure there isn't much they can do about the lack of movies - tvs, vcrs, and even projectors all need electricity. but music? that... might actually be doable, and the fact that she's followed that train of thought is probably reading all over her expression - something like optimism, or at least 'i've got an idea'. however, the third thing he says makes her jaw drop, playfully, but still very serious. so serious.

she lifts up to move closer to him on the bed, just so she can level her eyes with his, obviously about to say something Very Serious that she needs his full attention to address. ]

Your hair will always look awesome, Steve Harrington. And don't let anyone make you feel that it isn't. Including yourself.

[ ah, she almost manages to say all of it without smiling, but she doesn't pull it off. and her eyes end up drifting from his up to his hair, which makes her grin even more, and without- really thinking about it, she reaches up to lightly push her fingers through it. it's longer than the last time she, uh, went out of her way to play with it, but it still falls the same, something she apparently finds a little amusing as she pushes it back and watches it fall back into place. she's not going out of her way to make it look messy - it kind of does that all on its own, in that effortlessly cool way it always did. okay, not effortless, but nancy never really preferred it one way or the other. so even now without all the product, she's impressed.

she doesn't seem all that embarrassed by the fact that she felt the need to play with his hair, just resting her hands on her lap and m o v i n g o n like it ain't no thing ]

There's a chance we could get some music here. El's been gifted things before, so- Maybe we can ask for a walkman and some tapes. And batteries, I guess. It might be a little bit of a pipe dream, but it's possible.