Chris nodded. "There's a lot in old junk that's good. One time, Mo- Maureen and I found this set of fighting robots from the fifties. One of them had their head half off, but it was still a good amount of fun you know? We just sat on the floor for hours playing with them..." He trailed off, shaking his head. The wash had ten more minutes.
He looked up, laughing at the nickname. It derailed him from guilt and other things. Focus, he told himself. "Yeah, that was me. And no, my last name isn't kindle - I'd be even richer if I was. It's Trask." Which might've been too much information, but it was something he couldn't take back once said. He scrunched his nose slightly. "No I definitely prefer my books. Paper and ink, all the way."