FTEC, Saturday Evening [June 7]

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Igor was sketching an elaborate and complicated schematic on a very large piece of white paper, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.

It was quite a sight.

Scraps was chewing on a rubber ball in the corner of the waiting room, tails thumping on the floor as he watched Igor. Yes, tails. Igor had given him a new one this week. Best not ask where he got it.

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He grinned again. "I'll build it this week. Does that mean you're interested in helping me test it out?"

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"Do ions have unbalanced numbers of electrons?" Adah asked, grinning a little back. "Of course I do. Even if it fails spectacularly, it should be incredibly informative."

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Igor's grin turned positively gleeful. "Excellent. It shouldn't take me more than a week or so to build it. It's not a new principle, after all. And then, hmm, we'd better call for volunteers, I suppose."

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"You really think," Adah said, eying the lump carefully, "that this is going to work?"

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"Of course! A trial run or two," he pointed at scraps, "to work the bugs out, and it'll be ready to go."

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Adah's eyes shifted toward the...dog. Then they drifted back toward the lump.

"I've got a rabbit," she reminded him, in case he forgot. It was about time that Pride started earning his keep, anyway.

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His eyes brightened. "Perfect! Dog into rabbit, rabbit into dog and we'll see what happens. It's the very best reason to do anything."

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"I...really can't argue with that, no," Adah admitted after a moment, and it wasn't for lack of trying. She certainly did, for the mere sake of argument. A crooked grin spread again on her face, and she took another moment to glance over the plans, eyes following the curly-cue twists of tubes, the labyrinthine lengths of labwork, and she found her head shaking slightly again. "Quite a bit of work ahead of you, it looks like. If you need any help," she just barely stopped herself from saying a hand, "in construction, you have my offer, but you're likely best advised to not take it. I'm not as good with this sort of thing as I'll be with the actual experimenting and documenting."

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"And there are things that should stay with the Igors," he agreed. "Once it's ready, though..." His grin said it all, really.