Eddy shook Samantha's hand with a smile. He was glad the cues of the artiste held true for the reporter as well. Carrie, on the other hand, had finally run out of potatoes, the spoon still continuing the motions.

"Eh, she's probably just high-strung. But yeah, my uncle does independent films. I know a lot about handling the artsy types. Vanity and artistic integrity, those are what you hit 'em with. Oh, right, uh, introductions."

He picked up his Abra, who blinked twice and went back to snoozing.

"I'm Eddy, and this little glutton is Carrie, she did special effects back on the Trauma lot."

[@King Cosmos]