The Next Day

All that night, as she snoozed away within her bed, her parents having heard her asleep and decided not to look in on her for the night, thereby not noticing the new addition to her room. In the morning Nina awoke bright and early, going downstairs to eat with her parents she had this grin she couldn't wipe off her face, causing even the mother having not slept very well that night and knowing she had an extra busy day ahead of her to be unable to stop smiling to. Nina's contagious joy followed her mother out of the door as her father went as well, thankfully the day she had discovered the machine had been a Friday meaning today was the weekend. She went back up grabbed the machine and made her way out the door, locking it behind her, her parents trusted her to take care of herself as they did live in a suburb under neighborhood watch and thus was one of the safest places in the entire city. She recalled the bakery on the way to the soup kitchen as a random though slid into her mind that she just had to test, making her way into the bakery she waved hi to Mr. Brian Babbish. "Well hello their little lady~ What brings you to my little shop? Hoping to get me to sneak a roll to you for free again?~" he said with a wink, he had the kindness to sometimes give her the second of the freshly baked dozen of rolls he would get up even earlier then Nina to bake to start the day off right. Though as he awaited her answer he looked at her machine curiously. "Say...what is that contraption?" Brian was a bit out of touch, he was the ripe old age of forty six but had managed to age like a perfect wine cause he looked like he was only twenty, Nina saw no reason to lie as her grin widened. "Its a miracle worker Mr. Babbish! It can make new things from two different things, and I was hoping it could help us serve to more people at the Soup Kitchen then ever before! I just wanted to test something real quick, can I have a bit of yeast?"

Despite the fact she was a high schooler Brian was always going to see her as the adorable little kid that's cheery smile as she bit into one of his pastries helped him get through some of the real growing pains of his bakery. How Nina's parents would bring her and they'd order a slew of things to munch on for the day and the next coming days, he'd even spot through the wide rectangle window of his shop her feeding the scraps of her bread to the pigeons. He gave a bemused look, regardless of whether she was being silly, serious, or imaginative even at her age, after all I remembered some pretty silly cheerleaders in my day, "Why I should have a bit I can afford to donate to that science project strapped to your back, just be careful with it, wouldn't want you getting sick or making a mess after all". He said heading through the half door to the room behind the counter, grabbing a little pinch of yeast of it and bringing it back as he was about to ask what she wanted him to do before she grabbed the hose and aimed it directly at where his hands came together. It disappearing in a flash as it flew into the hose and disappeared, presumably getting all over the inside of the device Mr Babbish couldn't help but assume. She then grabbed the apparent hose of the machine and looked at the screen on it, shocked at how it now appeared remarkably familiar, like some strange backpack leaf blower he had seen...somewhere before.

A.N.: If you do the "No it grabs him to" keep in mind that the process will be painless as it takes larger things apart piece by piece and atomizes them, in other words don't make the "no it gets Brian" path sadistic please >.<.