Gears whir softly, wires snake across workbenches, and blueprints for exotic contraptions are taped to every available surface. Ruby Cookie himself was hunched over a particularly intricate device, a golden-handled mini-screwdriver dancing in his fingers. The faint scent of coriander chips hung in the air.

"A-ha! Just a smidge more precision!" Ruby Cookie murmurs, eyes alight with focused determination. He straightens up with a satisfied hum, his clothing rustling.