Lavender Snow

Experiments and discoveries

Two months later

"This is a horrible idea."

Tubbo grinned at Ranboo, who was pressed against his backyard fence. "It's a great idea. Trust me, this is going to be epic."

"Where did you even get liquid diteron?" Tommy said.

Tubbo checked the thermometer in the bowl of water. 70 degrees. "It's liquid nitrogen, and my science teacher let me borrow it! He was hesitant at first, but since Mum's here and you've never seen this experiment before, he said I could have it for an hour. He's really into 'expanding human intellect' and stuff."

He screwed the lid onto the bottle of liquid nitrogen tightly. "Alright, get ready! Three, two, one—!" He dropped the bottle into the bowl and set a trash can over it, then sprinted away. Half a second later, tbe garbage can shot straight up with a plume of white smoke, higher than the house. Ranboo and Tommy gasped, and Tubbo punched the air, whooping and laughing.

"Did you see how high it went?!" Tubbo yelled, running to fetch the trash can from the other side of the backyard. "That must have been at least fifteen yards!"

"Hell yeah!" Tommy laughed. "How the fuck did you get it to do that without magic?!"

Tubbo wiggled his fingers at him. "Ssssscience!"

Ranboo walked over carefully, eyeing the remains of the experiment. "So who gave this to you, again?"

"My teacher." Tubbo checked that the liquid nitrogen was tightly sealed off.

"Yeah, but. . ." Ranboo smiled a little. "What's a teacher?"

Tubbo froze. "You. Don't. Know. What a teacher is."

Tommy chuckled nervously. "Uh. . . no?"

"Teacher. Like in school?" Tubbo said.

Ranboo and Tommy shared confused looks.

"OH MY GOD!" Tubbo screamed. "YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO SCHOOL?!"

Tommy threw up his hands. "Okay, maybe you should step away from the liquid nitrogen if it's making you this upset—"

"SCHOOL!" Tubbo pressed his palms to his eyes, groaning. "Oh my god. You've never been to school. No math, no science. . ."

"Hey, we know math!" Ranboo said. "We had lessons every day on the screens."

Tubbo squinted at him. "Hm. Square root of twenty five?"

"Five," Tommy said instantly. "Come on, that's way too easy."

"Fair, fair." Tubbo pulled out his phone. "Let's see. 89 times 30."

"2,670," Ranboo and Tommy said at the same time.

Tubbo frowned. "You did that in your head?"

Tommy shrugged. "It's easy, innit?"

"Hm. Okay, so you're good at math, but not science, I guess."

"Maybe. What exactly is science?" Tommy said.

"Science is like. . . Making observations about things to figure out how they work." Tubbo scratched his neck. "It's a lot more complicated than that, but that's the basic definition."

"Huh. Yeah, we've never done anything like that," Ranboo said.

Tubbo hummed. "Maybe you have different science in the End? There were floating islands, right? So that immediately defies physics."

Tommy raised his eyebrows. "If we're going to start naming everything in the End that's different from this world, we're going to be here all day."

"Well not everything that's different," Tubbo said. "I'm just curious about the magic stuff. Like, how does that even work? Why do Elytrians not have magic? How do they even take it?"