"It's a phonograph," Phineas states merrily. "Straight from the nineteen forties. The song's a bit younger, though." He places the needle on the vinyl record then, and quickly steps away.
Isabella giggles softly as her ears are filled with the tune of The Way You Look Tonight.
"Sinatra?"
Phineas grins, offering his hand. Isabella rolls her eyes, but accepts the gesture all the same.
"This song really is ancient, isn't it?" Phineas asks after a minute.
"Yeah," Isabella whispers, smiling into Phineas' chest, "it really is."