I had music playing softly in the background as I hunched over, painting the giant suction cups that were lining the Kraken’s tentacles. I’d been at the painting for hours. Something about being able to paint without worrying someone was going to catch me was marvelous.

That was until I jumped when the door opened. Luckily, my brush wasn’t near the canvas, but I glared at the door.

“Woah, hey, I’m just dropping off packages here, Princess. No need to look so hostile.”

I snorted. ...