Chapter 32: Goggles, gold and grease
The morning suns' light pours through the thin curtains of the inn room, casting a warm glow onto the bed where Penelo and Pip sit facing each other.
Pip leans back, legs stretched out before him, humming patiently.
Penelo kneels between his legs, wide-eyed, fully determined and looking absolutely ridiculous.
Strapped to her face is a massive pair of customised, alchemic goggles, darkly tinted, reinforced with magical lens filters and enchanted straps, cobbled together by Vuvi to placate the pleading bunny-kin.
She looks like a mad scientist preparing to perform dragon surgery.
"Okay, Pip!" she grins. "I'm ready! Hit me!"
She grips the goggles with both paws, pressing it tightly against her face.
Pip nods and lets out a hopeful beep, then, with a dramatic flair, he activates his pelvic port.
Divine light pours forth like a heavenly sunrise.
Penelo stares directly at it. Eyes spreading into small moons and her mouth falling open as she's struck with shock and awe.
"...it's working!" she exclaims excitedly. "It's... wooooooaahhhhh—"