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Trillian's at a table.

With a bunch of boxes.

Going through them. One item at a time. Most of the things in the boxes are, in fact, rocks.

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"I wasn't there, so I can't be sure always - but sometimes, it causes flashbacks and other unpleasant emotional reactions. Most of the time for a good cause, though. People who created them are quite dead, so I'm stuck theorizing a bit. I'm trying to trace them back to initial composition."

The boxes get a longer look, along with the calculator, one of her books, and the plate of rolls, which loses another member to Trillian's mouth.

"Not working."

He nods sympathetically. "You can't get the flour out of the biscuit, unfortunately."

"Exactly. Deconstructing is a lot harder than building."

She pokes distastefully at a rock, which teeters and sparks.

Her finger sparks back at it.

"Ow. Shit. Stop that."

Geoff eyes the sparking rock.

"I could turn that into a scone if it's bothering you."

"... really."

Trillian pokes the rock again, which leads to another electromagnetic battle against her finger.

"I'd like to see that."

Geoff shrugs and pushes the corner of the rock a few times, causing it to spin. As he does so, he pushes some of that godly power he was endowed with into the atoms and gently coaxes them into another form.

When the rock stops spinning, it has turned into a flaky cinnamon scone.

It may still occasionally spark, however.

"Oh, hey, shiny!"

Yep, the chemist in Trillian who also likes food? Is appreciating that.

"-- is that edible?"

Geoff wrinkles his brow. "It... should be. I've never tried to change something with so much power already in it. You may want to wait until it stops sparking, though."

He looks down at his hands. "Time was, I could have turned entire buildings into biscuits, or roads into flatbreads. Now, I'm just... old and tired, I suppose."

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