"I haven't been to McKinley Park yet. Perhaps we can stop for bread to feed the ducks and squirrels."
The Faceless emitted a laugh that echoed with the sound of glass being tapped upon. "You're definitely not helpless," he shook his head in amusement. "You've accomplished more than what the average person has done." Another glassy laugh followed. "If you're interested, I'll gladly help with work around the house. Identify the state of everything and preventive maintenance."
In a lower whisper, "Unfortunately, left for Boarding School prior to the founding of Google. I'm catching up on the so-called "Google-Fu. Down the road, I'm going to enroll in computer literacy courses. That's par for the course in most curriculum."
His voice returned to his normal pitch, "I love cheesy B-movies. Sharkado was a a riot. Plan 9 from Outer Space is so bad it's good." He laughed again. The Spring had seemingly found a hint of Passion in this Winter. "There's a Scandinavian film called Dead Snow. Cursed treasure collected by a bunch of Nazis who get buried in snow. Decades later, teens find the treasure, Nazi zombies awaken. It's gloriously bad."
He nodded, "Netflix is a godsend. The kids on campus used to have movie night. I'd stop by with soda and pizza. It worked while it lasted." A ripple flowed across his left "eye," he winked at Sera.