——— ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ʀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

— ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ Rose is tired of the bs.

What would the cost be?

Father... never approved of my choosing to be a mechanic. "A waste of your potential, a waste of /my/ potential..." he used to say. He only approved that it kept me away from the metas. Until it got him involved.

||: Any Earth-2 accounts still lurking about??

Sure... if she tells him what it's made out of. Because it probably isn't "melted chocolate" like it sounds.

He had to bring his turtle to Earth-1.

That sounds like an interesting combination of flavors. He'll go melt chocolate bars for her now. But she'll need to drink it fast before it solidifies.

Got it. Uh... shit. Did she have a stove? He could build one with the materials from the lab but there might be a small chance of radioactivity.

A guy without a place to live. So. Uh. Him. "Cool. Uh... yeah, melted chocolate." He began rummaging for a pot and bowl.

——— Like Father, like Son

"We don't. It sounds ridiculous." He closed his eyes and took a breath. "Sorry. Sometimes I'm... blunt. Old habits." He stirred the chocolate. "I'm James, by the way. James Stein."

"Well Nora, do you plan on drinking liquid scalding chocolate, or am I supposed to add something to this?"

He'd never had hot chocolate, but /water/ and chocolate? Eugh. "What about a dairy? Water sounds gross. Do you like milk?"

He'd... do anything.