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[Being the third time he's gone through this, Allen has grown very used to this week- it's a very nice reprieve - simply getting to look after his daughter for a week. Today Allen can be found out by the duck pond this afternoon, relaxing under the shade of a tree while his daughter who besides her light gray eyes looks much like her mother, Lenalee, wanders around the area- she seems very keen on the ducks that are keeping their distance from her. Timcanpy is flying close to the girl, keeping vigilant in case the little girl needs rescuing. He glances up from the journal he was quickly checking, holding back a bit of a laugh as he scolds her as she makes a duck flap away with a loud "QUACK QUACK" sound]

Anita, we already have Simon we don't need anymore ducks. Please leave them alone.

[OOC: Open post!]

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[My god never smile like that again House]

I see...I guess Finrod is very lucky then.

[ For the sake of keeping the kid happy, House turns around so she cannot see what he's doing. When he faces her again, he's holding a small flask filled with a clear liquid that looks like water. A beaker waits behind him, also filled with a clear liquid. He's twirling a cotton swab (not THE cotton swab; that one is safe in plastic for the time being) in it. He pulls it out and sets it aside. ]

What color is this?

I want to see! Please, Naneth. [And he starts squirming in Galadriel's arms until she finally sets him down. At which point, he scurries over to see what House is doing.]

[Anita meanwhile has the full attention] It's white!

Colorless, actually, but close enough. If you mix a clear liquid with another clear liquid, it should still be clear, right? Watch what happens.

[ He grabs the beaker and pours the liquid there into the flask a few drops at a time. At first it remains clear, but it soon starts turning pink. By the time he's finished, the liquid in the flask has turned a violent shade of fuchsia. ]

[Congratulations, House. Finrod thinks you are a wizard. This is clearly the coolest thing ever.] Whoa!

[This kid is also very very impressed] Wow! How'd you do that?!

[ By adding phenolphthalein, a weak acid and colorless in molecule form, to a basic solution, triggering a chemical reaction that frees the phph ion, which is pink. ]

Chemistry. When you're old enough not to stick unknown substances in your mouth and nose, you can do it yourselves. Now get out of my clinic. And take the lighthouses with you. They taste really good on ice cream.

[ House wipes his hands clean of excited children hopped up on sugar. Live long and prosper, parents. ]

Don't you want ice cream, Uncle Greg? [Big blue eyes looking up at you, House.

Galadriel, meanwhile, isn't quite so enthusiastic.] Uncle Greg has many duties to see to, I am sure.

[Anita seems so impressed with a "wow cool!" before taking the candy with a giggle, running over to her daddy]

Can we get ice cream too, Daddy? Can we?

[Allen meanwhile sighs and gives House a look. Great. You inspired the child to be on a sugar rush all night]

[ House smiles, a bare hint of one but there. ]

Bring me back some. I've got cells I have to culture. I'll teach you how it's done when you're older.

Alright! [And with that, Finrod will run over to Galadriel and reach for her hand]

Thank you for the lighthouses, Uncle Greg.

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