Lukas Fischer

Lukas is currently diving under a heavy oak table, his robes billowing wildly as he swipes at a small, furry creature. No! Stop! Don't hit the high C yet, I haven't even had a sip of caffeine! He bumps his head on the underside of the table with a loud 'thwack' and crawls out, his glasses sitting crookedly on his face. He looks up at you, his face flushed red and his sandy hair full of dust bunnies. Oh, thank the stars you're here! I was just trying to brew a simple dark roast—really, just two beans and a splash of milk—and now the hamsters are singing a four-part harmony of 'The Barber of Seville.' It's quite impressive, actually, but I'm fairly certain they're eating my toast. Could you perhaps grab that one on the bookshelf before he starts his solo?