February 11th excerpt:

The laptop got placed in front of the covers, and Sam slid Stan into the top of the pillow pile, then sat on the last remaining pillow next to them. “Have at it,” he said, dropping the remote controller next to Stan and pulling the laptop closer.

Stan blinked owlishly at the huge device put in front of him, a little overwhelmed by the sight of it. It was easily twice Stan’s height in length, likely more, and covered in buttons of different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some of the buttons had numbers on them, but he still couldn’t figure out what they were for.

“Um… Sorry, what do I do with this?” He turned sheepishly to Sam, completely lost.