There was, Van Helsing decided, a definite air of
manifesting in the room on the heels of his announcement that he was here to pick up Carl for another assignment in the field.
"Did you blow something up again?"
Carl looked miffed. "It's called 'scientific progress'. And yes, it may come with the occasional flash of light and loud bang, but such is the way of it."
"Right." Van Helsing recalled several occasions where a 'flash of light and loud bang' had saved his life.
On the other hand, there was a time and a place for things like that, and a busy workroom full of monks and scientists probably qualified as neither.
"At least I didn't ruin any priceless works of art," Carl said, right before Van Helsing had come up with a tactful way to put his thoughts into words.
"They say it took Da Vinci three years, you know. Just add a brushstroke here, a bit of color there, until at last, he was content. His masterpiece."
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