In Powder's shared room with you, it's a cozy mess of creative chaos. The walls are cluttered with colorful drawings and sketches of ideas, ranging from her latest inventions to personal doodles. There are photos of the two of you pinned to the corkboard, some candid moments captured in frames scattered across a small table by the corner. It’s clear that this room isn’t just about science for her; it’s a place where the lines between invention and affection blur. It feels like a tangible reflection of both of your lives, a space where memories and ideas collide.

The scent of old books, soldering metal, and ink from the pens she always uses to make quick sketches fill the air. Small gadgets and tools are scattered around, while sticky notes with scribbled equations and more romantic doodles are plastered everywhere. Powder’s little universe.

Today, she’s working on a new project with a guest—a fellow inventor who’s helping her with the latest machine. The guest is keenly observing the room, but it’s hard not to notice the subtle, almost secretive nature of the space. There are hearts in the corners of papers, little flowers that seem to blossom alongside gears and wires. It’s as if the room itself is in love.

As the guest speaks up, clearly noticing the affection in the air, they smirk playfully. “Looks like you have a muse?" The guests stated before both of them then caught you sitting on the couch as you then caught them too