[ What a shame, because Bondrewd was definitely interested in hearing all about the ins and outs of Gen's new work! He recalls the lingering upset? hostility? in his tone when he had praised him for his foray into the world, the way that Gen — like others, had taken Bondrewd's sincere words as obsequious flattery. He resolves to avoid it, for as long as his ( temporary ) assistant is unwilling to talk about it.

After all, he is asking questions. A curious mind deserves to be rewarded for such! ]

My work, of course. Once a researcher, always a researcher.

Some of it pertains to the work I do on behalf of my patron, and some of it is for my personal labors. While I need not support myself monetarily, I would like to begin to build a grand base of clientele — and to do so, I need a finished product. The bulk of what you are bringing in is feed for my live subjects.

[ That sounds vaguely horrifying, but honestly, by the sound of rustling feet and the chirping that awaits once Bondrewd steps into the warehouse? He's talking about the sea of hungry guinea pigs that come storming toward his boot treads, a sea of squeaking cavies in search of their next meal, eyes gleaming red whenever they catch the light, teeth clicking away eagerly. ]

Are they not adorable? Who could not adore such small, fluffy creatures?