Carlisle nods as he takes a few more steps, looking into one of the rooms on the side. Creatures in the trophy room that he'd left out of his drawings — not because he forgot them when sketching the room for Qubit, but because he doesn't like them — appear as soon as he turns away, as though waiting politely for him to leave before fizzling into existence. He may have left them out of his drawings, but his memory knows better, and so too does the VR room itself.

"Yes, you um." Carlisle swallows, still too taken by Qubit's gift to piece together coherent thoughts just yet. He's still working up the nerve to go any further than the hallway. "You mentioned a holiday in your world would be soon. I cannot imagine what celebration would merit all this."