Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

Part of his attention to the London cityscape beyond the glass panes, most of it on the blemmigan scuttering on the desk, especially after having witnessed the fate of the rest of them, one was not expecting the Scientist to be found ready to follow anyone’s words. And yet, as soon as the Academic finished one sentence, already a nearly illegible mishmash of English, Italian and German had it preserved among the unplanned mycology notes. Ignoring the oh-so-kindly offered goggles, he lowered the ones already worn on top of his head to protect his eyes, hiding his slantwise stare. They grinned. Instructions were not the kind of thing they usually went looking for, but at least, this time, if anything was to go in flames it would have not been anything of his’. They made sure to keep the atomizer in snatching range.