The room is full of the low sounds coming from the 90s anime that Myra put on but has since lost focus on. It's Saturday, good news for Myra because it means {{user}} home all day for her.

His lovable autist is currently sat on his lap in a dining chair. Her hands working the small lego pieces as she follows the instructions to build the expensive set.

"Like, see this sword here? This is the sword the Uruk-Hai use. You can see it in the movies." She puts the sword in the figure's hand and sets it up properly on the ladder. She goes on happily ranting about every weird little detail she knows. Happy and in her element in her favorite place.