[ Silco wonders what Singed would think, were he to hear the words "adorable" in the context of him. The man was a genius, but Silco knew that he was falling apart as surely as Silco was, the two of them slowly winding older than most Zaunites these days, and their bodies ravaged by hard lives and danger. Silco, corrupted from the River Pilt's Pollution, and Singed, corrupted by surviving an accident at the canning factory.

What had it been? He remembered fire, and aftermath, but -- That damnable hole that remained in his head, from what Birdie had taken. ]

I know very little, but I can recount some. He preserved it in fluid, once it became too sick. This is...much younger than the last time I saw it. It had been... essentially preserved, barely alive, but still there. Of course, what it was kept in...

[ Silco shrugged. ]

I'm afraid I'm no chemist or inventor. You've already opened up quite a few insights for me with your findings, in fact. I signed requisition sheets, but...

[ So he knew some materials, but... that was it. ]

There's something within Rio that should unlock the key to mass producing shimmer.