Thank you for swinging on by! I would love to welcome you on in like a kid into a blanket fort, but you see… I’m fresh out of cookies.
What’s that you say? You can smell some baking? You’re wrong. That’s your imagination. The only thing I have baking here is my fresh ideas.
(Any smell of cookies is for a personal stash… keep the artist well-fed ya’know? You can have a spot of tea if you so desire. Everybody loves boiling hot leaf water!)