—over there. A music box, some paperweights, a mini clock… the kind of stuff that you’d put on a desk or a shelf, pretty much. “ They pick up the VHS player that they’re working on, turning it on its side before lightly tapping it against the counter a couple—

—of times, causing sand to come pouring out of it… cue a quiet sigh. “ I’ve got this too, but it’s… not quite ready to be sold, as you can probably tell. “