I have no idea; I don't know anything about music.

[Maybe they can buy Viktor a little violin? That would be fun, maybe. Drums - Palamedes makes a face and looks at the rest of the room, like - they'd probably fit? But the noise of drums in a metal bunker without windows would probably kill them instantly. He shakes his head just a little, like, nah... the walls, bud...]

You wanted to go shopping for notebooks. D'you want me to come and investigate strings with you?

[The real hobby was trying to learn what hobbies are along the way.]