There's a door you see many times over. It's covered in all sorts of butterfly-themed items: Magnets, posters, stickers, and even some things that seemed to have been made by fellow scientists. However, no one ever seems to exit--or enter--this lab. Despite this, you enter. Your senses are promptly assaulted with something 'spring-y', the sight of a variety of notebooks haphazardly strewn about the counter-spaces, and what seems to be a variety of tools fit for a job of cooking. You take a look at one of the journals, but the recipes on it seem illegible from a variety of stains.