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You can hear the booth long before you ever see it.

The sounds of whirring, scraping, clunking, rumbling, and hissing all appear to be coming from some sort of metal contraption to the side of the booth. It takes up almost a third of the booth my itself, and is actively causing everything else on the table to rattle - saucers, jam, and a bowl of bizarrely colored sugar cubes. The purpose of the machine is entirely unclear until it begins to rumble again, just before spitting out a hot beverage (tea, coffee, or cocoa, in many fantastically disgusting flavors) and a seemingly random pastry. Both appear to be fresh, despite the fact that the machine gives absolutely no indication that it contains an oven or stovetop.

"It's an Endless Breakfast," Maysy chimes in, leaning a little too far across the booth as a result of her significant height. "It took it kind of too literally, though, I mean I suppose it is not exactly unfortunate that it won't cease production, but it makes its practical applications sort of limited, and practicality is primarily--hey, you should create your own prototype! Wooah, just think of all the ideas that you have in your head or bones or the place where your thinking center lives! No, waitsit...ha! You already have, huh?"

She laughs for a very long time at her own joke, and doesn't show any signs of stopping. After almost a full minute, she turns to gesture incomprehensibly at someone else behind the booth. The two ghouls look identical with the exception of their hair and clothing - it would not be unsurprising that this was somehow her clone, if she were not her twin. The other Jabberwock is not nearly as filthy and unkempt as Maysy, wearing a dress instead of an eclectic mess that vaguely resembles an outfit, jewelry that pleasantly jingles instead of countless miscellaneous tools and parts (both mechanical and organic) that make sounds like junk drawers being overturned, and hair that is well-groomed instead of a tangled nest of braids and pigtails and knots.

She says nothing to either of you for quite some time, as she still can't seem to stop laughing. If you have not been scared off yet, she points you towards a sturdy box filled to the brim with all sorts of metal scraps. It contains almost any imaginable piece of machinery, as long as it is reasonably sized to fit within the box, and has more than enough materials for you to build an invention anywhere on the spectrum of simple to complex. The toolkit next to it expands at an entirely unreasonable rate when opened, and its ability to be unfolded is almost concerningly endless.

It's up to you from here - the only limit is your own creativity!

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