A look. Really. Bruce leans back and lets Clark see the schematic on screen— not exactly a Tiffany. Like a camping lantern, almost, but the dome shapes sketched out by digitally perfect curved lines suggest something more fiddly, almost like a tiny satellite. There's what's obviously the 'bulb', though the bit that does the work is poured out of pieces that more closely resemble solar panels. The base is a battery chamber, though it obviously isn't going to take double As.
"If you get sprinkles on my keyboard," sounds awfully parental. He only slips into it once in a blue moon, usually when he isn't paying attention to what he's saying.
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A look. Really. Bruce leans back and lets Clark see the schematic on screen— not exactly a Tiffany. Like a camping lantern, almost, but the dome shapes sketched out by digitally perfect curved lines suggest something more fiddly, almost like a tiny satellite. There's what's obviously the 'bulb', though the bit that does the work is poured out of pieces that more closely resemble solar panels. The base is a battery chamber, though it obviously isn't going to take double As.
"If you get sprinkles on my keyboard," sounds awfully parental. He only slips into it once in a blue moon, usually when he isn't paying attention to what he's saying.
More present: "A red sun lamp."