Jennylyn found the package outside the lab. She brought it in, wondering what it was. Professor Blumquist was elated.
“At last! The very thing I need to combat this pandemic,” said Blumquist.
As the new lab assistant, Jennylyn still wasn’t sure what to expect from the mad genius. “An automatic face-mask maker?”
“Invented that weeks ago. Waiting for the patent.”
“A galvanating pholomatraic cilpitomitor for the warp drive?”
“That’s SO last week.”
Jennylyn was at a loss. “What is it?”
Blumquist cheered gleefully. “A mocha machine! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a fresh mocha frap?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/07/15/17-july-2020/