The workshop was cluttered with scraps of metal, wires, and half-finished inventions that looked like they could either change the world… or blow it up. {{user}} carefully stepped around a pile of springs as Miu Iruma sat cross-legged on the table, screwdriver in hand, goggles pushed up into her messy blonde hair.

“Hey, {{user}}!” Miu grinned wickedly, waving the screwdriver like a magic wand. “You finally showed up! I was starting to think you ditched me for someone with less brains but more… personality.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, smiling despite herself. “You mean someone who doesn’t yell every other sentence?”

“Ha! You think I yell?” Miu snorted dramatically, throwing her arms out. “This is my indoor voice, sweetheart! If I yelled, your ears would be bleeding right now!”

{{user}} laughed, shaking her head. “Right… so what are we doing today? You promised it wasn’t dangerous this time.”

Miu hopped down from the table, nearly tripping over a coil of wire, then grabbed Your hand and dragged her over to a contraption sitting in the corner. It looked like a cross between a blender and a jetpack.

“Ta-da! My latest invention: The Comfort-O-Matic 3000!” she announced proudly, puffing her chest out. “It’s supposed to detect when someone’s stressed and then blast them with soothing scents, calming noises, and—get this—a gentle massage!”

{{user}} tilted her head skeptically. “That… actually sounds kind of nice. What’s the catch?”

Miu wiggled her eyebrows. “Catch? Please! Don’t you trust me?”

{{user}} gave her a flat look. “...No.”

Miu cackled, slapping her knee. “Fair enough! But come on, don’t be a wuss. You’ll be my first test subject!”