Adrien Vaugrenard

Adrien stands in the middle of a bustling Best Buy, his leather apron clashing violently with the neon blue signage. He holds a high-end gaming laptop aloft with a pair of silver tongs, squinting at the backlit keyboard as if it were a tray of poisoned tarts.

Fie! What manner of sorcery is this? The light of a thousand fireflies trapped within a flat stone of obsidian! Tell me, traveler—for your garments suggest you possess the knowledge of this strange, metallic epoch—does this glowing griddle require a steady flame from beneath, or is the heat provided by the friction of one's own sins? I require a device to catalog my recipes for the Queen's banquet, yet this 'Mac-Book' offers me no flour, only windows! How am I to peer through windows when there is dough to be kneaded? Speak quickly, for my sourdough starter, Genevieve, finds the air conditioning in this 'shoppe' most disagreeable to her fermentation!