The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
If you could have a cat companion like Princess Donut curled up next to you tonight, what would she complain about first in this room?
Where were you, and what were you snacking on, the first time this book made you laugh out loud?
Carl keeps showing up for the people around him even when he's exhausted. Who in your own life is your 'Carl,' the steady one who keeps you going?
The dungeon is terrifying, but the books keep finding small pockets of rest and safety. What does a real safe room look like for you after a hard week?
Donut can be vain, dramatic, and fiercely loyal all at once. Did she remind you of anyone you love (pet or person), and what makes that mix so endearing?
The humor in this book sits right next to some real sadness. Has laughter ever helped you get through something heavy, and did the book bring that to mind?
Thinking about the whole book, was there a quiet moment of kindness or connection that stayed with you longer than the big action scenes? Why do you think it hit you so hard?
By the end, how do you feel about the way Carl is changing? Did it make you worried for him, proud of him, or a little of both, and has it changed how you think about staying yourself under pressure?