"Depends on what form the nonsense and illogic takes," Doc mutters, glaring at the gears. There wasn't much that was truly logical about the Fae realms, after all. Andrew may have fancied himself a scientific connoisseur, but given how many of his machines worked more because he wanted them to work instead of actual scientific principles. . . He shakes his head. "But yes, you're right -- always a trade-off."

Dee and Doc share a puzzled look as Blues returns the side mirror and adds a few more pieces to the circuit jigsaw. "Wonder what he's doing," Doc mutters as Blues teleports off.

"Well, he seems to know the most about what's going on," Dee notes. "'Cause he saw the show and all. Maybe he knows another way he can help?" She grins over at Punk. "You can say 'shit' around me. I've heard much worse from Dad."

"Please note the actual child over there," Doc reminds her, poking her in the side and nodding at Tad. "Honestly, what this does is make me want to track down the show -- I want to know more of the reasons behind all of this." He thinks he's done a pretty good job of guessing at them from the writer's side of things, but he'd like to know how it all went down in-universe.

"True -- comparing first appearances would be a job for Marty, I think," Doc notes, rubbing his chin. "Although never having seen him do it doesn't mean he can't. Maybe he simply doesn't want to, if the canine shape works for his purposes."

"Yeah -- if he can do that melty thing, he doesn't really need anything with hands," Dee agrees, wiggling her fingers. "I can't, so being human sometimes is good."

She waves as Stephie heads off, then looks over at Punk's collection of parts. "Anything we can do here?"