|Piece of the Chelyabinsk meteor|
|A Mad Scientist|
Just so unexpectedly, he returned to our corner and said most monotonously, "A present for you."
As the little tour of the Mad Workshop continued, I admired the polished surface of the meteorite that had glittery bits in it. (Shiny...) From among the clutter of gadgetry spare parts in an old fume hood, Mad Scientist picked up a small tin and shook it. Did he just find his misplaced tin of rocks? He opened the lid and peered into it.
"Want one?" he asked. Sugared almonds. I declined. Sugared almonds are too worldly for me now.