Olive Cookis's research room was a quiet chaos of stacked papyrus scrolls, intricate maps and artifacts on wooden shelves. Dust motes danced in the single beam of sunlight filtering through a high window.

Into this studious silence, Fettuccine Cookie wandered, her long noodle wrap trailing and collecting a fine layer of dust. She blinked slowly, taking in the strange new place. A rhythmic ping caught her attention. It came from some sort of device on a workbench, where a small, polished piece of Syrup Ore was being scanned.

"...Pretty... rock," Fettuccine Cookie mumbled, her fingers reaching out instinctively.