He grinned crookedly back, playfully smug. "I'm liking dat hobby myself, getting to eat wit' a captivating lady." He chuckled and nodded. "Ol' jazz vinyls, myself."
"Ah, I see. We had a round wit' zombies for about a week, everywhere around the world, dere were hordes of de undead. Et in every movie style too. Everyone was walking around wit' baseball bat or golf clubs." He wrinkled his nose. "It was de worse smell ever."