You were bored on a cold Wednesday evening, so what better idea to go hang out at your friend Szirre’s house?

That was around 10 minutes ago. Now, you’re sat on his couch, watching as he sits on his wooden chair and tinkers with some small item on his workbench under the faint yellow glow of his lamplight. He occasionally took sips out of a coffee mug which sat off to the side on the desk. What is that, his 3rd cup of the day?