A dinosaur that holds tacos upright. It is dinner wearing a museum gift-shop disguise, and I hate how much structural integrity matters to me.
A tiny vampire that crushes garlic. It is thematically confused, physically adorable, and somehow exactly what my pasta wants.
This is a toaster built specifically for hot dogs, because lunch apparently needed theater. I hate that the tiny tongs make it feel official.
A furious little figure that steams inside your microwave. It is judgment in a dress, and yes, the splatter situation has become personal.
A sloth that clings to your mug while your tea steeps. It is beverage patience cosplay, and I regret how peaceful that sounds.