You knock on a door painted in a creamy pale orange, a pleasant divergence from its rather sterile surroundings, and hear in response the distinct sound of a metal pot being dropped on the floor. A muffled yelp of surprise is quickly followed by the pattering of feet, and the door swings open, revealing a disheveled young scientist with a Stranga Sciuro perched on their shoulder. "Hey there! Please, please, come in." They beam up at you, wipe their palms on their lab coat, the lower edge of which has sticker seeds stuck to it, and offer you their hand. "I'm Arthur, and this is Pip! Welcome!"