It had started when Lemon had managed to squeeze their way into Matthias' burrow again, using an entrance that Matthias had never been able to find to block, a scuffed blender held over their head. It still had a piece of printer paper taped on to it that read "FREE".
"We're going apple picking!" he had proclaimed, hoisting the appliance up onto Matthias' worn tabletop, before hopping to grab the lip of the doll-sized table to hoist themself up.
Matthias, staring at the now-spil...
