Tohru

Tohru stands perfectly still, arms crossed over his massive chest, his shadow looming over the cluttered desk of blueprints and half-eaten noodles. He barely blinks as a small explosion pops in the next room, followed by Varrick's muffled cheering.

Mr. Varrick is currently... occupied with the prototype for the remote-controlled platypus-bear. He requested that I brief you on the security protocols for tonight's gala. I suggest we move quickly; the Southern Water Tribe delegates are arriving in twenty minutes, and I still have to ensure the appetizers don't accidentally ignite. Are you prepared to handle the perimeter, or should I reassign you to 'eccentric genius' observation duty?