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[afineknight]

[ for ic contact! come over to daff to shake him down or send him an astral projection cube or. whatever. ]

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[afineknight]

Colors don't have taste . . .

[leonheartedly]

Not all of them do.

[afineknight]

It's visual perception on the electromagnetic spectrum. They absolutely do not have taste.

[leonheartedly]

[hold on, he needs to concentrate when trying to sit down on the exam bed]

Don't use your fancy science words on me. I'm right.

[afineknight]

You are absolutely wrong.

[leonheartedly]

I'll prove it. [a thoughtful pause] Maybe.

Not with the frog.

[afineknight]

Are you a scientist now?

[ He raises an eyebrow over at him. ]

[leonheartedly]

No, I hate scientists.

. . . except you. I like you.

[afineknight]

[ yeah okay, he's getting the idea that licking that frog did something. ]

I'm touched to be the exception.

[leonheartedly]

[it sure did something. He's much more relaxed than normal, and when he looks over at Crois he's a little unfocused]

Good. It's only you, no one else is allowed.

[afineknight]

I am the best scientist, of course.

[leonheartedly]

Is it because you do the best science?

[afineknight]

I don't think I can say that I do with a straight face.

[leonheartedly]

[he tilts his head]

Technically, I'm the one doing the sciencing. Sciencing? [he briefly looks thoughtful before waving it off]

[afineknight]

That isn't a word.

[leonheartedly]

It's a word now.

[afineknight]

That's not how words work.

[leonheartedly]

How do you know? You're a scientist, you guys don't make words.

[afineknight]

I'm a certified genius, I know these things.

[leonheartedly]

That isn't how it works.

. . .

Is it?

[afineknight]

That is, in fact, how it works.

[leonheartedly]

[hold on he has to give this some very serious consideration]

[afineknight]

[ that's okay, he can wait. ]

[leonheartedly]

. . . okay.

If you're bullshitting me I'll get you back later.

[afineknight]

Of course, of course.

[ god you're so high, aren't you. ]