This reminds me of this time when I was younger and my grandfather told us he had a time machine in his workshop.
Nobody in the family believed him and he locked the workshop so we couldn't look to see. He kept telling us it was in there, though.
This went on for weeks until finally he did an unveiling. We all stood outside the workshop and waited for him to open the door. He was about to open the door but then my aunt left the room to take a bundt cake out of the oven.
Finally she came back and we had cake. We almost forgot about things until my grandfather opened the door and walked out holding a small digital clock.
"This is my time machine," he said. So it was a time machine, but not a time travel machine. There's a difference.
Nobody in the family believed him and he locked the workshop so we couldn't look to see. He kept telling us it was in there, though.
This went on for weeks until finally he did an unveiling. We all stood outside the workshop and waited for him to open the door. He was about to open the door but then my aunt left the room to take a bundt cake out of the oven.
Finally she came back and we had cake. We almost forgot about things until my grandfather opened the door and walked out holding a small digital clock.
"This is my time machine," he said. So it was a time machine, but not a time travel machine. There's a difference.
The bundt cake was terrific.