The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening
Today Max and Tiny were collaborating on a project.
Max was searching online for the exact recipe for the Thanksgiving stuffing his friend Jane usually made, and Tiny was begrudgingly offering feedback on what did and did not look tasty. Of course, little did Max know that Jane had invented her own stuffing recipe, so all of his and Tiny's stomach-rumbling and wistful looks at the images of food on the screen were for naught.
And okay, so maybe it wasn't really collaborating. Tiny didn't seem happy about helping, and Max was only getting him to do it by means of whining quite a bit. All the same, it was important work. Kind of. If you squinted.
The Devil's Nest was open!
Max was searching online for the exact recipe for the Thanksgiving stuffing his friend Jane usually made, and Tiny was begrudgingly offering feedback on what did and did not look tasty. Of course, little did Max know that Jane had invented her own stuffing recipe, so all of his and Tiny's stomach-rumbling and wistful looks at the images of food on the screen were for naught.
And okay, so maybe it wasn't really collaborating. Tiny didn't seem happy about helping, and Max was only getting him to do it by means of whining quite a bit. All the same, it was important work. Kind of. If you squinted.
The Devil's Nest was open!