The Tellocator of Intimate Displacement.

"Go on!" urged the tiny man. "Just pick something. They're all great!"

Marigold was more than a little hesitant. The stuff in the box looked like an engineer's garage sale. Glasses? She'd probably get yelled at by Lynn for breaking cosplay. Watch? Same problem. And who took a glowing green drink from a stranger?

"I-I guess I'll take this one?" Marigold said, pulling out the grey frisbee-like thing. She flipped it over: the convex side had a bunch of switches, dials and a tiny LCD screen filled with numbers. The other side was scooped like a shallow bowl, or a plate.

"Oh boy. If you're sure," Fizz said. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Um... is it safe?" Marigold asked, holding the disc far, far away from her body.

"Oh, it's safe," Fizz reassured her. "It's just that you never really know what's going to happen with that thing. I think I got the bugs worked out, but precision translocation is more of an art than a science."

"Translocation... like GPS?"

"Something like that," Fizz said. "Now, let's get you out of here before my boss asks why I'm not arms-deep in the mecha-Bowser we're supposed to finish for the big reveal I'm supposed to be keeping all hush-hush!"

Marigold gave a "Meep!" as she found herself being pushed out of the workshop by her rear end. Before she could object, the door had slammed behind her and she was left holding the frisbee.

Kiona, thankfully, was still occupied with some of the more exotic thrusters on the other side of the shop. Marigold wouldn't know what to do without her around. Everything was just so loud and noisy, and everyone here was so intense...

Marigold's nervous fingers brushed over the tellocator's on switch.