The harsh old man looked around with old grey eyes, closing the door behind himself as he went inside. It was a stormy day, one of those ones where the weather couldn't decide whether it wanted to be sunny and pleasant- or rainy and dreary. And that was something he didn't care for, adjusting the straps of his overalls again as he went to a glass case in one of the very back rooms of his large mansion of a house. Looking over all the memorabilia inside, debating what to do even as he became hopelessly lost in his old memories. "I miss those times." He thought to himself as his eyes fell onto a large, opalescent shell in the far upper right corner of the display. "And I miss you most of all, my sweet dumplin'." Actually saying that out loud as he reached for the seashell, feeling the smooth inner surface, and rocky pockmarked outer surface- bullet marks and all. Sighing as he decided to actually make something out of the old shell, collecting scraps of metal and glass- and a few other materials.

Out he went to the collection of vehicles he had- the boats, cars, and other such vehicles he had. Deciding to refit one of the older cars as he cut and refitted metal, painted, glued together, and generally altered the look of it completely. The scent of hot metal and melting rubber in the air, the feeling of the blowtorch handle in his grip- the brilliant sounds, muffled as they were by his safety headphones. He no longer had any use for these vehicles, and was planning to give them all away to other, younger men- who could continue to adventure with them. That plan was clear in his mind even as he went to get himself some lemonade- thankful for the bitter yet sweet taste, downing the drink quickly before getting back to work. Grey eyes seeming to have some spark in them yet again as he finished altering the exterior of the vehicle.

Now came the interior. Now came the carefully cutting wood and leather- inserting the large abalone shell into the center console, just in front of the gear shift handle- which he'd entirely redecorated in old silver melted down from a trophy he'd once earned for his accomplishments. He saw no reason to keep all these things- he wanted to give his life to the new adventurers and heroes to be. But of course, he forgot that the ghost of his wife was still around- and jumped as he saw her fly through the base of the car to come even with his eyes, feeling a slightly too cold breeze as she did so.

"Edgar- what in christ's name are you doing?"

"Now- Laurette. I'm not havin' any of this right now. It's no use living in the past." Going to continue working, nevermind the ghost trying to interfere with his work. She was a very low-powered spirit, especially against him- as she couldn't do anything to actually harm the one she'd loved all her life. "I'm doing this for the good of the other adventurers out there. They need reliable vehicles. So I'm givin' them that." Adding a compass into the dashboard of the vehicle, made up of bronze and other metals. A coppery taste in his mouth as Laurette continued going around him and poking at him, unsure what to do.

"At least take another break, you're making me worry."

The look in her muted amber eyes was one he could not ignore, sighing as he went to get himself something to eat. Laurette opting to help with the cooking, pots clanging as she searched for the frying pan- chopping up some blood sausage and picked banana pepper once she had, mixing the two ingredients together in the pan and frying them. It was quite an interesting scent- the bite of the scent of iron in the air, mixed with the sweet spiciness of the yellow pepper pieces. It would taste similarly acrid on the sandwich, exactly why Edgar reached for the provolone cheese and mayonnaise to mellow it out. Smiling when the pieces of bread popped out of the toaster, putting on the mayo and cheese first. Waiting for Laurette to finish making that filling, smiling when she added it. Putting the two sides of the sandwich together.

He opted to make some sweet tea while he waited for the cheese to melt, taking those few minutes- the earthy scent of the tea and cheese contrasting with the sharp and acrid scents of the blood sausage and peppers even now. By the time he'd prepared himself a glass of tea and put the rest in the fridge, the sandwich was ready. Taking a bit into it, enjoying the creamy and earthy tastes combined with the sharp acrid spicyness- Finding his energy quickly boosted again as he continued to eat. Laurette smiling a bit at the sight as she patted his shoulder.

"That's good. Don't forget to take care of yourself while you're doing this... And you'll always be my hero, Mr. Sparks."