Mr. Fox's office at Table TV is filled with books, boxes of equipment, and local awards. It's your typical office space. His daughter, Candle, sits in the chair across the room, buried in her phone, idly kicking her legs. She sighs, looks at you, flash of nervous self-consciousness across her features, which quickly turns into a detatched, apathetic look "So are you famous or something? Like, are you on Table-Tok??" You don't know how to respond...