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[hypothermal]

Chem and bio labs are what she looked forward to most. Being able to do things that otherwise she'd have had to settle for reading about, having access to chemicals and equipment more advanced than whatever she'd been able to get for her little home experiments...

That wink was kind of distressing, though, because she did not imagine being partnered with a nice boy delinquent maybe, which is why Caitlin fumbles a little at turning on their burner.

"Okay, done. What next, Mr. Grabbed the Instructions First?"

[convictioned]

"Hang on," he says, and holds the instructions out of her reach just to be obnoxious. "Miss Impatient. There's no way that thing's already 100 degrees."

[hypothermal]

"It isn't," and she is so sorely tempted to get up on her chair and snatch that worksheet out of his hand.

"But we can prep the rest of our materials for the next step while we wait."

[convictioned]

"We need a beaker," he reads off the sheet.

While still holding it up in the air.

Because he's being annoying.

"And a stir rod."

[hypothermal]

Teasing can be awful. It can be humiliating and discouraging, and generally awful. This is somehow only frustrating, and even then Caitlin is fighting off a grin.

"You're being a jerk, I hope you know."

As she gets a beaker and a stir rod.

[convictioned]

It helps, probably, to know that he wouldn't intentionally try to hurt or humiliate her. Or at least that he's done nothing to indicate he ever would.

"Don't worry, it looks pretty easy."

[hypothermal]

Oh, that is definitely part of it, though some small sliver in the back of her mind is wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. Because boys aren't nice to her like this, not without other shoes dropping.

"Am I supposed to trust your judgement on that, Mr. Allen? Because I'm not your lab assistant."

Said without as much venom as the content would otherwise imply, considering the grin on her face, as she makes a move to snatch the paper out of his hands.