The Extremely Happy Time Machine

Previously

…The familiar scent of invention filled her lungs, no longer just the smell of her uncle’s workspace, but the aroma of endless possibilities. She was ready. She was always ready for an adventure with Uncle Pip. And perhaps, just perhaps, she might even come up with a few ideas of her own. She picked up a small wrench, feeling its weight in her hand, a new sense of purpose settling within her. The journey home had been gentle, just as promised. And the feeling of accomplishment, of having helped restore laughter to a medieval hall, was a happiness all its own. It was a happiness that felt, in its own quiet way, like a true invention.