Lydia looked a little surprised by that. "Is it your birthday?" she asked, "really?" Because already the cogs were turning in Lydia's head. Back home, before the bite that activated her banshee abilities and resulted in a turn of events that had taken her from the top of the popularity pyramid and thrown her unceremoniously to the bottom of the barrel at Beacon Hills High, Lydia's birthday parties were the events. Invitations to Lydia's parties were among the most coveted possessions and everyone who was anyone wanted to be seen at Lydia Martin's birthday bashes. Things had changed a lot since the two day, half-conscious and walking around the woods naked and out of her damn mind thing, but once upon a time...Lydia knew how to throw a party.
That skill had not been lost with her popularity at school. A sly grin started to tug up at the corners of her mouth. Parties were her thing. If Dick wanted to celebrate his birthday, she could do a hell of a lot better than a memory foam pillow.
The sly and mischievous nature of her smile melted away in favor of a fondness when Dick said that she was a friend and of course he would help her out. She was incredibly endeared by that sentiment and Lydia ducked her head for a second before looking up at him again to nod. "That's pretty awesome. I appreciate that, Dick. I'm glad we're friends. ...not just for that, obviously, just... In general, I'm glad."
She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see the foam starting to sort of melt down into something a lot more gel-ish. It'd be a lot easier if she didn't have to use the foam at all, but trying to create the memory foam without breaking down the polyurethane foam block first would take a lot of tools that she didn't have access to. It'd be more efficient and the result would probably be more consistent if she was able to make the memory foam from scratch without breaking down one compound to turn it into another, but she just doesn't have the resources right now. Someday, maybe.
Her attention turned back to Dick as she nodded for him to follow her lead as she turned around to face the lab table again, wanting to keep a close eye on the foam's development. Eventually, it'll take on a softer, more flexible form and she'll use the beaker she's mixed the polyol into as the mold. If she had something bigger, that would be easier, but this would have to do for now. "Is he going to bring her down here, you think? I'd think so, if he knows her from home, right?" she asked, looking up at him again briefly before letting herself go back to watching as the block of black foam that had been put into the solution was slowly but surely becoming a much more gel-like foam. Eventually, when the process was finished in a good fifteen minutes or so, then it would be memory foam. It would still be loose, she knew that it would need maybe a day or two to completely congeal, which was fine, but the fact that it would taken on its new raw form right in front of their eyes was still kind of awesome. God, Lydia loved science...
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That skill had not been lost with her popularity at school. A sly grin started to tug up at the corners of her mouth. Parties were her thing. If Dick wanted to celebrate his birthday, she could do a hell of a lot better than a memory foam pillow.
The sly and mischievous nature of her smile melted away in favor of a fondness when Dick said that she was a friend and of course he would help her out. She was incredibly endeared by that sentiment and Lydia ducked her head for a second before looking up at him again to nod. "That's pretty awesome. I appreciate that, Dick. I'm glad we're friends. ...not just for that, obviously, just... In general, I'm glad."
She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see the foam starting to sort of melt down into something a lot more gel-ish. It'd be a lot easier if she didn't have to use the foam at all, but trying to create the memory foam without breaking down the polyurethane foam block first would take a lot of tools that she didn't have access to. It'd be more efficient and the result would probably be more consistent if she was able to make the memory foam from scratch without breaking down one compound to turn it into another, but she just doesn't have the resources right now. Someday, maybe.
Her attention turned back to Dick as she nodded for him to follow her lead as she turned around to face the lab table again, wanting to keep a close eye on the foam's development. Eventually, it'll take on a softer, more flexible form and she'll use the beaker she's mixed the polyol into as the mold. If she had something bigger, that would be easier, but this would have to do for now. "Is he going to bring her down here, you think? I'd think so, if he knows her from home, right?" she asked, looking up at him again briefly before letting herself go back to watching as the block of black foam that had been put into the solution was slowly but surely becoming a much more gel-like foam. Eventually, when the process was finished in a good fifteen minutes or so, then it would be memory foam. It would still be loose, she knew that it would need maybe a day or two to completely congeal, which was fine, but the fact that it would taken on its new raw form right in front of their eyes was still kind of awesome. God, Lydia loved science...