Quintalyn went on a little adventure around the property and found an old shed. There was some cool stuff in there.
She decided to try out the inventing bench and was loving it.
"Hmm…I wonder if I could sell some of this stuff. Dad always says that money is always good"
Peter was slowly coming to the conclusion that Quintalyn was special. She excelled at logic based activities like chess.
She also finished her homework really quickly.
Peter took her to the doctor for some tests and Quintalyn was very much on genius level. The doctor suggested sending her away to a bording school but Peter couldn’t bear to do it. He hoped that she wouldn’t be bored. As much as being a genius was great and all, Quintalyn really wished she had some friends.
Quintalyn spent a good amount of time at the local junkyard. She needed parts to invent after all.
All this martial arts was haveing a good effect on Ophelia. She felt like she could take on Death himself.
Quintalyn went down to the local consignment shop to sell some of her new inventions but her hopes were quickly dashed.
"We don’t need your "inventions", kid."
"Hmpf!"
Quintalyn couldn’t believe this jerk. Her inventions were just as good as any of the adults’. She’d show him and make him sorry he turned her down.
That curry was way too hot for Ophelia and set the sink on fire!
Peter was really wishing that Mags was here right now.
Ophelia couldn’t believe some curry could do this
Quintalyn was freaking out.
…and this firewoman was really pissed that she didn’t get any action.
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