Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold
"That's where we work, Madam, where all Adam Smith designs are brought to life."
"Really? I want to see it!" Amber shook Adam's arm with sparkling eyes.
However, instead of agreeing, the man extinguished his wife's spirit. "Not for now, Precious. There's a chance you’d been exposed to metal fumes in there. We can’t let it happen."
Amber's lips suddenly pursed. Her shoulders drooped languidly. "You're right. We have to protect Our Jewel from pollution, even cigarette smoke."
"But if that's what you're interested in, I can record it for you. You can have an online tour through the video."