This’ll be on Artbook #9’s cover…thank you to two-point-five year old Ohia:

Ohia: Where’s your car?

Me: Well, my car’s called a bus.


Me: But you know what? I have a chauffeur… it’s called a bus driver.


Ohia: I found eggs today.

Me: Oh, you’re so loved.

Ohia: I love you.

Me: I love you, too.