"Yeah," Jay manages, turning his focus back to the bass. It's been years for both of them. Jay's barely touched the guitar since high school, and god knows how much Tim has practiced since the whole 'music major' thing. Tim still sounds great, at least to Jay's ear, but yeah, makes sense that he wouldn't exactly be lugging all this trivia around.

(If Tim's the music guy, is Jay the trivia guy? The puzzle guy? The camera guy?)

(He's not really good enough at any of them.)

His memory's patchy, even without any interference, but he knows he used to know Animal Bar. It was a simplified version, and he was never exactly great at it, but maybe the muscle memory's still there. Slowly, he starts to fumble his way through it. It doesn't come easily, but it's still there. He still remembers.