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The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs.

With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.

Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.

Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.

"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.

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Enzo thanks him and steps inside, looking around for anything particularly happy. Or boxlike.

There are a couple of box-like things in Isaac's sparse home. One of them is even the box Lighter had mentioned before that once held the Happy Box but is now filled with firewood.

The Happy Box itself is pink and appears to have a green screen. It occasionally flickers but it's not displaying anything. In the bottom right-hand corner just under the screen, there is the insignia of the Pigmask Army.

Enzo's first thought is Oh, a TV!, but when he has a closer look he starts to second-guess it. It's roughly monitor-like, true, but not only is there no output, there don't seem to be any controls. What's the use of a TV that doesn't receive any stations?

"Is there a remote or something?"

"Remote?" Isaac asks. "Like, far away?"

"Um, sort of. A remote control? A... smaller thing with buttons on it? Anything like that?"

"I don't think so. I made sure the box was empty before I started putting my firewood in it."

Isaac shrugs in curiosity.

And remotes usually match the appliances they go to, and it'd be hard to mislay anything that colour, no matter how deep your sofa cushions are.

"You mean that's it?! This is what everyone's so crazy about?"

"The fellow with the monkey said it'd make me happy, so I thought I'd give it a shot," Isaac explains. "I don't really feel different, I guess. Is that what you wanted?"

"Yeah. I think. Thank you, sir. You've been very helpful."

"Well, you're welcome, I think," he says before going back to his work.

Meanwhile, everyone is waiting outside by the garden boxes and thinking about heading towards the town square and to the memorial. Fassad, however, has caught sight of the group and looks like he's going to come over.

He smiles in a somewhat crooked way but that might just be personal bias, stroking his mustache a bit in thought.

"Oh no, here comes trouble." Beauford murmurs under his breath at catching sign of the man headed their way. He does still force a placid, blank...mildly stupid stare towards the mustached creep.

"Why if it isn't my old friend Wess," Fassad says. "How are things going while you wait for us to finish your lovely retirement home?"

"Just peachy," Wess replies, clear animosity in his voice.

Fassad glosses over the tone, going, "Wonderful, wonderful. And I see we have new friends with us now, too. I always hope my friends will be as happy as I am, so I want to share the opportunity to be happy. It would make me so glad to see all of you enjoy my Happy Boxes. Especially you, Lucas. I'm pretty sure you still don't have one in your house and it could probably use some happiness."

Lucas just looks sheepish for a moment and mumbles, "No thank you..."

"I already had a look at one. I'll pass."

It's probably a good thing Enzo doesn't have his format as a human. It'd make it a lot harder not to do anything more than give the guy a nasty look.

"I wish more people would share in my happiness," Fassad says with a(n almost melodramatic) sigh. "A house just doesn't feel like a home without a Happy Box."

Fassad then pulls out a very fine-looking banana and begins to peel it.

"If that's all," Wess says. "We do have our own affairs to return to."

"Suit yourselves," Fassad says after finishing the banana, carelessly tossing the peel behind him. "I will likely be in the town square if any of you change your minds and decide you'd like to find true happiness."

He bows to the group and starts heading back to the town square.

After he's out of earshot, Lighter comments, "Anyone else got chills?"

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