“That’s incredible!” Victor says, watching the demonstration with gleeful interest. “You’ve really got something amazing here, Alia! I’ve already broken one test tube, and I can tell you, having it turn into a liquid-like substance would have made clean-up much easier. And having it be reusable? That’s pure genius!” He gives her a little applause.
“Oh, I don’t think you’d have any trouble selling this at all,” he assures her. “I’m quite sure the Touched community would be falling over itself for glassware that didn’t cause inconvenient and dangerous shards when it broke — and could be remolded back into the piece that broke.” His expression turns thoughtful, even as his eyes fill with a Creative light. “Actually, you should sell them with molds. That would probably appeal to just anyone — make your own glassware! Regular drinking glasses and beakers alike. If anything, you could probably get some interest just from people who would like to make unique art pieces.”
He blushes, laughs, and nods. “Ah — yes, I’ve broken my fair share. Mostly when I leave something too near an edge and knock it with my elbow… I’d be quite happy to have a set of your glassware. Oh, I need to fetch Doc and Marty. They’ll be shocked.”
Alia couldn’t help a blush and a smile.
“Thank you.” She said with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck, “I’m glad I invented something useful for everyone for once.”
Her eyes shined as well as Victor went on with other ideas for the glass, a wide grin lighting her features. He was right! Why stay just to drinking glasses when you could do so much more? Genius!!! She calmed again at Victor’s laugh, grinning again.
“I think we all have, really.” She said with a nod, “I know me and my Dad combined made a real big mess, even though he held artifacts like glass roses. He was always a strange man. A strange, loving, kind man…”
She sighed, closing her eyes, a small smile painted on her face now as she remembered her happy childhood memories with her father, playing in the backyard and him taking her on excavations, finding jewels and bones and ancient relics with her. She couldn’t have asked for a better father. There was never anything he lacked in as a Daddy. Never ever ever.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” She said, smiling up at him, shaken from her thoughts, “I’ll go back to my room and get a set, then! I already gave some to Lewis in thanks for letting me make them. I just hope he likes them.”
She knew he would always be kind, but she could always see the struggle in trying to smile, what with his girlfriend sick and baby in danger of death. She didn’t blame him. If her and Alex had a kid, he’s be a mess too. She blushed at the thought of having a family with him. That’d be… interesting… having sex with him…
“U-uhm, so yeah, I’ll go get them for you now!” She laughed nervously, cheeks bright red as she ran out of the shop, hoping to relax during the walk and come back with her head on the right track again; One can only hope, she supposed.