Smurths and Smithies
This was written in two days, when I got stuck on Chapter 27 and needed to get my mind back in gear.
At that time I was living at Smith House for the first half of the summer, taking Chinese 5 and generally not doing a whole lot. Sebastian, Erik, and I were among the few staying at the house, in a more or less desperate state of refugee living, which translated as the unshavenness mentioned.
The fuses mentioned really did have a ten percent failure rate.
And the Smurths standing befuddled in an empty storage bay, well, that made me smile.