The Extremely Happy Time Machine

Previously

…The dust motes still danced, but now they seemed like tiny, happy sprites, celebrating their own unique brand of temporal triumph. Lily looked at her uncle, then at the gleaming time machine, and then back at the familiar, comforting mess of the workshop. She felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging and accomplishment. The adventure had been extraordinary, but the quiet moment of understanding, the shared realization of what truly made a time happy, felt like the most precious discovery of all. The extremely happy time machine had brought them to a medieval feast, but it was here, in the heart of the workshop, that they had truly found their own happiest moment.