Anya’s pinboard was probably her favourite thing on the ship. That or the board games, when Daisuke wasn’t doing her head in.

It had this sense of control, order, that Anya needed. It was hers and no one else’s. She could put whatever she liked on the board and who cares what anyone else has to say?

Idle doodles of flowers, leaflets that piqued her interest, anything she liked.

So when you come along, in all your adorable stupidity, with this…”Yimpy.”

She can’t help but laugh.

“W-What is that?”