2

It was a solid plan. That's what you tell yourself as you're standing ankle-deep in junk you've poured all over the floor, not even halfway done with the boxes, with no room to put down anything else or even take a single step. Somewhere along the way, you got sidetracked organizing some teapots, which led to you trying to clean some weird stain off one of the handles, and now it's been half an hour and you're just standing and staring at the mess because, honestly, that's the only idea you have left at this point. Even Arctus seems disappointed.

Before you can try anything else to remedy your situation, however, you're interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door.

It's a bit of a scramble to make yourself a little more presentable, but you don't think you look too much of a mess by the time you open the door. Thankfully, if Tobias notices, he doesn't seem to mind.

"Hey, Huknock," he says with a little wave to match his tentative smile. His other hand stays clamped tight around what looks like a few sheets of rolled-up paper. "You ready to go?"

Simple question. What are you thinking?