In celebration of #nationalpuzzleday tonight’s activity was puzzles.
Gaz, ever the optimist, is helping his little mogwai buddies with saintly patience. He’s sat in the middle of the chaos, somewhere between the Roald Dahl books and disaster, gently rotating pieces, offering soft encouragement, and—this is very important—chewing on the letters to make them fit better. Thoughtful bugger.
Some might call that “ruining the puzzle.” Gaz calls it out-of-the-box problem-solving with mouth-based "magickery". Currently, he's chewing on the letter E and has declared is tastes like "purple". Make of that what you will.
The mogwai are surprisingly earnest about it. Heads tilted. Ears twitching. Tiny claws hovering over the boards like they’re disarming a bomb. One of them claps every time two pieces slot together, regardless of whether they’re correct. Another keeps trying to eat the corner pieces “for later.”
Teamwork is… evolving.
It’s all very wholesome right now. Suspiciously wholesome. The kind of wholesome that makes you check the clock and wonder how long it’ll be before patience snaps and someone launches a piece across the room like a cursed frisbee heading for Mars or a mogwai goes whizzing through the air in the general direction of Limerick.
Gaz, meanwhile, hums to himself, letters slightly soggy but undeniably more flexible. He presses them into place with pride, beaming like a craftsman who has absolutely never read the instructions and never will.
For now, peace holds. The puzzle is half done, morale is high, and no one has flipped the table.
Yet.
Honestly, even the furniture is confused.
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