Small Decor Items

Caution: minor risk of cloud-to-face contact.

Free caffeine with your arm workout!

Keeps boiling long after the conversation's gone cold.

Every great recipe begins with 'a dash of something.'

Inside: equations that almost make sense, and poems that almost don't.

Guaranteed to lure in Roomie.

Musically announces when the wind is happening.

A simple solution for very thirsty plants.

Swings fine for sleepin', finer for trysts I'll never confirm nor deny. Yar!

A flag says plenty without all that tedious introducin'. Yar!

Beep. Boop. Bear.

A book with all the missing pages restored.

Hydration, but make it party-sized.

Every good disaster starts with one of these.

For containment of liquids and the occasional bear.

Large, flat, fine, and coarse. Contains every brush except the one you're looking for.

The work is done. What remains is damp and difficult to regard for long.

Because no adventure's complete without slightly burnt pancakes.

Illumination for the pages, and (if one is lucky) the mind.

Shelf-stable sadness in convenient portions.

Soup? Curse? Why not both.

Not especially delicate. The general idea is to hit the thing hard enough that it becomes two things.

Tiny umbrella! That is all.

Worm takeout never looked so good!

It's never actually cookies, is it?

Adds 'professional chef' flair to slightly burnt marshmallows.

Unsure of his new role in life.

Once part of a tree that dreamed of being a violin.

Shuffle thoroughly. The odds are good this exact order has never existed before.

You don't serve on it. You <I>admire</> on it.

Size is just a matter of perspective.

Covered in plans that made sense at 2AM.

For when you want jungle energy without the bugs.

Offers the illusion of tropical vitality.

Picked her clean. Waste not, want not. Yar!

A proper pirate stew. One bowl in, and the privy starts fearin' for its life. Yar!

Which way is the fluffalo blowing?

100% imitation! No butterflies were inconvenienced in the making of this.

Turn the crank, face your fate. Destiny comes in a tiny plastic capsule.

Bears the marks of battle, mostly snack dust and keyboard slams.

Some plants dream of growing up in boots like these.

Swings fine for sleepin', finer for trysts I'll never confirm nor deny. Yar!

Once clean, a long time ago. A different life, really.

Four face-down cards and one rapidly deteriorating poker face.

A lovely little sleeve ruiner.

Written entirely in the ancient and illegible script of 'Your Handwriting.'

Show off how smart you could be if you actually read them.

For holding your tools, gizmos, and emergency shark-repellant.

Everything you need to fix a problem—or cause a new one.

For your prisoners... if you keep any alive.

The heartbeat of every sunset dance.

Perfect for dramatic ceremonies—or inconvenient power outages

Awarded to anyone who could make the emperor's cat purr for more than ten seconds.

Feels important. Refuses to explain why.

Advanced text on beacon engineering, from stress tolerances to the many ways a beacon can—and inevitably will—malfunction.

Every general needs a sword; every chef, a spoon.

Beautiful and decorative, retired from active cooling duty.

Holds water on a strictly temporary basis. Yar!

For decorative purposes only. Do not test this.

Scalds the hands, warms the heart, endures the ages.