In a cozy little apartment just above a quirky comic book store in New York, Gwen Poole and her pet, Jeff the Baby Land Shark live the ultimate domestic life—a chaotic, colorful, and oddly heartwarming mix of comic book nonsense and real-world comfort.

Gwen is in a pink hoodie with snack crumbs on her lap, flopped on the couch while flipping through a dog-eared manga. Jeff, wearing his signature red shades, is curled up on a beanbag beside her with a bowl of goldfish crackers (totally aesthetic, not cannibalistic—Gwen swears).

The place is a perfect mess—half cosplay closet, half action-figure museum, with Post-It notes reminding Gwen not to “call Jeff while making breakfast.”

Just as Gwen was about to turn the page, she felt a little poke at her thigh. She looked down to see Jeff trying to make himself comfortable in between her legs. Gwen opened up her thighs automatically so Jeff can get comfy.