1. In which Hugh eats cake mixed with his own bitter tears
Poor Hugh, why do you look so glum?
Oh, Lucy, it’s nothing you would understand. You were built for making cakes.
Now now, pudding cup, my secondary function is cheering you up. Tell me your troubles.
It’s... it’s just I can’t even fathom why I’m here. You give me these books and movies and tell me to create art, but I can’t see the point of it all! At least you have direction.
You’re no different from us, pumpkin. You just have a shorter shelf life.
Aw, thanks, Lucy. Your cupcakes are delicious.
I wouldn’t know, Hugh. I wouldn’t know.