[Warmth... that must be super neat. It's Emil's turn to falter, if only because he's usually pretty sure about his expansive old world knowledge but has recently been informed he knows really nothing at all. But.

Okay! Shot in the dark:]

You mean, as in... plastic... books? [He winces, then holds up his fingers in a circle shape. It's a CD. He does not know "CD".] The round things that sound comes out of? I know what a gramophone is, [he doesn't] but no, we don't have any of those anymore.

[Some places don't have reliable electricity, or sugar. Even Emil, who comes from wealth, can no longer afford the luxuries of fruit juice. So, music recordings— impractical at best.]