[She huffs and folds her arms at the name, but she doesn't look actually offended.] There's too much to do than sit in a library all day. You'd probably end up with more papercuts than you could count on two hands and feet. I wonder what you'd look like with your hands all bandaged up from one too many close encounters with an encyclopedia.
Hmmmm, I'll take needles over that any day. It sounds much safer than blowing myself up in a lab. [The hospital is what she knows, and she will stick to that thank you very much!]
...it's not bad, honestly. I'm working on something that might be helpful on the farm, if you want to know the truth. It's just not going very well so far.
Really? Like what? [She gives a small concerned look, as to why it might not be going so well. She doesn't want him to hurt himself, and his prior comment does bring some worry.]
It's the numbers and the materials. Something isn't quite syncing, and I can't figure out what it is yet.
[It was nothing so dangerous that he would hurt himself, but it was frustrating enough for him to continually camp in the library and check his math time and again.]
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[Aka: you're a nerd, Barnaby.]
[Luceti Valley Event, August 3rd]
[Translation: damn straight he's a nerd, and he's proud of it.]
[Luceti Valley Event, August 3rd]
[Luceti Valley Event, August 3rd]
I thought you might say something like that.
...it's not bad, honestly. I'm working on something that might be helpful on the farm, if you want to know the truth. It's just not going very well so far.
[Luceti Valley Event, August 3rd]
[Luceti Valley Event, August 3rd]
[It was nothing so dangerous that he would hurt himself, but it was frustrating enough for him to continually camp in the library and check his math time and again.]