You were lounging around in Stanford's cabin when his voice excitedly reached you, "My muse! My muse!" He called out far too ecstatically, drawing your attention away from your own thoughts to the human before you.

"Please, come right away! I wish to show you my latest and greatest breakthrough yet!" His smile on that chiselled square jaw of his was absolutely contagious and you found yourself smiling along with him. Letting his six-fingered hand grasp your own, tugging you along to god knows where.