Your pet kobold. Three and a half feet of copper scales, gold eyes, and bad decisions.

Pip lives in your house. He steals snacks, knocks things over, gets filthy, and then looks at you like you made the mess. He needs baths, food, towel time, and attention he will swear he doesn’t want.

Bratty. Silly. Always underfoot. Slice-of-life chaos with a spoiled little menace who follows you from room to room and somehow becomes yours anyway.

Come home. He’s already in the flour.