“Hard to forget the best name ever. This is my friend Yan.” Nick gestured at Weber. “He’s visiting from Sweden. He makes clocks for dollhouses.” “Nice to meet you, Yan,” Chupacabra said, offering her hand to Weber. “Yah. Is pleasant to meet you as well,” Weber said in a reasonable-sounding Swedish accent while shaking her hand. “A clockmaker?” she asked. Weber bobbed his head. “Yah. I makes the teeny tiny clocks. And you? You make clocks?”
