Despite setting about egg-pickup duty the moment she'd heard about the explosives buried in some of the easter candy, none of the eggs that Skye herself had tried to nudge and assess were even remotely combustible. Good news for her fingers, bad news for the people who had been messing with the combustible eggs.
So much for protection.
She drops the series of chocolate eggs onto one of the tables of the dining hall as she heads in for breakfast. The sigh that follows is heavy, but it's also interrupted when her eyes open and fix on a sight across the room.
Her father, fidgeting with one of the very same eggs.
While there's plenty of context to suggest that the hotel staff had some part in this—another experiment of some kind—there's just as much to suggest crazy Dad showed up with chaos on the brain. So she sweeps her eggs out of her way as she blazes around the table and stalks towards him. ] You.
[ She's not even upon him before she's spitting rage. ]
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Despite setting about egg-pickup duty the moment she'd heard about the explosives buried in some of the easter candy, none of the eggs that Skye herself had tried to nudge and assess were even remotely combustible. Good news for her fingers, bad news for the people who had been messing with the combustible eggs.
So much for protection.
She drops the series of chocolate eggs onto one of the tables of the dining hall as she heads in for breakfast. The sigh that follows is heavy, but it's also interrupted when her eyes open and fix on a sight across the room.
Her father, fidgeting with one of the very same eggs.
While there's plenty of context to suggest that the hotel staff had some part in this—another experiment of some kind—there's just as much to suggest crazy Dad showed up with chaos on the brain. So she sweeps her eggs out of her way as she blazes around the table and stalks towards him. ] You.
[ She's not even upon him before she's spitting rage. ]