As you open the door to the Myers' lab, the first thing that greets you is a portrait of Jason and his husband, smiling gently side by side, hung up on the wall. The two have made a cozy little lab lovenest, the sample cabinet neatly tidied and clearly labeled, two cooling mugs of tea sitting beside each other on a table littered with notes, beakers, typical lab equipment, and a computer that Jason's husband has modified to process information at speeds unheard of. In tall containers grow green plants, and a veritable army of draconic crocodilians can be heard thundering in the swamps outside.