"Darling. What does this section mean here?" Scarlett had asked him if she could look over some of his journals to study for her work on Venetian. She leaned over to him pointing at the line in his handwriting which read; 'I extracted the required components from the pre-war hotplate and applied them to the circuit board using a strong agglutinant.'
Faraday leans over her shoulder to read the line, then snorts. Rubbing the back of his neck he debates what to tell her, eventually deciding on the truth because he knows it will make her smile.
“Well, in laymans terms.. I hammered the shit out of a hot plate until I got the element out, then I glued it onto a circuit board with wonderglue. I could have just said that, but then people wouldn’t give me any credit.”
