“So… what sort of hobbies do you have?” Simon asked Cuddles as the guinea pig munched on yet another potato chip. He’d opted for a different brand than normal, and the pack was covered in writing that hurt to look at, even with Advisor applying cognitive filters. Eldritch potato chips? Maybe. If anyone would eating something like that, it would be Cuddles.

“I’ve got plenty of hobbies.” Cuddles chugged down some whiskey. “I like building things.”

“Like models?” Simon asked.

“Something like that.”...