"You need fluids!" Hardison argued. "That's important, Nana always said so! An' what the hell--" He paused. Looked at the weird thermometer. Thought about where he'd found it. Actually used that genius-level IQ he was always bragging about. "That's a food thermometer," he guessed.
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Date: 2016-01-31 04:01 am (UTC)