When I first drew this, I didn’t have a kitchen of my own (we were renting). I had a blast looking at old kitchens. Really drawing all of the interiors for this story was quite cathartic!


After a few more questions, Mary was too upset to continue, so Isolde and Ambrose skittered off to talk to some other neighbors.

Lawson Bosko was just waking up, having slept through the ruckus of the police earlier, despite living right next door. “She was perfectly nice, if a bit too into muffins. I don’t know. We didn’t talk much. I don’t eat gluten.” Lawson focused on frying some eggs.

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