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When Marshall drew closer, Lucas tried to turn his head slightly, so the angle helped hide his injury better. He was sure that from a distance no one could see the stitching, but it still would probably raise questions that his left eye never opened. On the few occasions he'd unconciously tried to open it, he only managed to cause himself pain.

Grabbing the paddles, he slid one over to Marshall. A corner of his mouth curled into a smile. "Sure. Best out of what? Five? Ten?"

Sweeping his paddle across the board, he managed to knock the puck against the wall, sending it bouncing back to Marshall.

"Into? Science fiction. Fantasy. Comics. The paranormal." The last he said after a little hesitation. Was he still into it? It seemed to leave a bad taste in his mouth now. He still loved reading and investigating things, but now he could not do it in the way he wanted. It was very limiting here and it caused him frustration. It also made him think about Duvert, someone who shared that interest. And it was the very thing that got him trapped here in the first place.

"What about you?"

"Drawing, huh? I'm a terrible artist. What kind of things did you draw?"

Lucas chuckled. "You could just make up an urban legend. See how many people buy into it." Misjudging, he pushed out his paddle to block, but he was two inches off. Pushing away the irritated feeling, he pulled the puck out and readied it. "Zero to one." He

Lucas tried not to chuckle at the penguin's amusing victory move. "Donations, huh? I haven't been out and about the Village for a while, so I'm afraid I haven't." He'd keep his eyes open next time for one.

He shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe there's a tribe of animals-turned-human on the other side of the Island that the labs don't want us to know about?"

"Not quite an urban legend, but it's a crazy theory we can't rule out." Lucas chuckled and knocked the puck hard against the wall so it went bouncing back toward Marshall's goal.

"I watched some Power Rangers, but I was more into comic books."

Lucas' tail wagged at the goal. He had forgotten all about his eye and was absorbed now in the game and conversation.

"Whatever I could get my hands on, but I liked to read Marvel for characters like Spider-man and the X-Men. My dad had a collection of the old comics. I didn't have to save up to read those." He smiled. "What about you?"

"DC, huh?" He was about to ask if he liked Batman, but bit his tongue. "I lived in Michigan. There were shops and such that carried the comics, but I didn't really get an allowance growing up and so I had to save up money with the occasional odd-jobs people would give me. Shovel snow, rake leaves, sweep, pick up trash." He shrugged.