Learning to Love Time Loops Without Going Insane

“The last time I played D&D, elf was still considered a class. Are you sure you want me to join? Mel is probably much more suited than a random old man.” Harold said to Lou as the two were eating.

“She tried to stab one of the boys the last time we suggested gaming. Look, Harold, I like you, but your grandaughter is a bit high-strung, and well, that might make for fun role-playing, but without someone like Bug or Cal here to teach her, it just won’t go well,” the capybara explained.

“Alright, yeah, she’s always been a bit of a firecracker, but once you get to know her the rough edges wear off. You realize you’re going to have to teach me modern D&D right?” Harold laughed internally at the idea of playing a tabletop game this many decades after college. Somehow this was stranger to him than the idea of talking capybaras running it.

“Of course. It would be rude not to.”