Amir finally finished stacking all the old pots he'sd been washing. Had taken him 3 hours. It wasn't even his job. But his father had asked. And he of course couldnt say no. Besides, he didn't have the time tonight to reflect on the different geneologies of the nightshade plant and why it was deadly. Cause that's prolly what he'd have to write a report about as punishment. That was his dad's way.
"Knowledge isn't punishment. It's an opportunity, Amir." He spoke, mimicing his father's low baritone voice. He laughed at himself, then checked the lab for any stray pots. Tonight, he was closing the lab.
Mentally checking everything off his lists, he shut the door with quiet absolution. He was off to find something to do with the last few hours of of the night.