ultralife.
with @rmmaddox.
working in the lab and getting her hands dirty ( but not really because safety first! ) are what she actually likes about biology, not assignments that make her eyes bleed - not that lab work really exempts her from that. once again, safety first.
currently, she, along with max, is on a quest to come up with the perfect synthetic web for him. she’d been pretty insistent on picking up from where they left off, she knows he could use something to distract him after what happened to his aunt. it’s really the only thing that she knows how to do, making use of their shared interest in the field to get his mind off things.
besides, it’d be kinda rude to insisting to continue their little competition when it’s gone stagnant for such a reason.
she cringes, raising a hand covered by another failed batch of synthetic web and picking at it with her other hand. “gross.” her eyes widen when she forcefully flicks it off with her pen and it lands on the back of max’s lab coat. oops. “uh - so that didn’t work. time for recipe number thirteen.”