A soft pink door with dusty ghosts of chalk drawings opens up to a softly-lit lab, the overhead lights heavily dimmed in favor of string lights. Dr. Roll can be seen looking at the door from behind a large tank, giving a small, sleepy wave as greeting. A futon has been folded out on the other side, which he quickly goes to fold upright for you. Her lab is just shy of cluttered, soft cushions and toys scattered and boxes of art supplies serving as impromptu tabletops for documents. The creatures in the lab are visibly pampered, lounging contentedly. The whole lab has a quiet, warm atmosphere.