"Ah'll pay ya back whenevah Ah get the money," Rogue promised. "Ah didn't come t' the mansion with a lot t' begin with."
"Consider it on the house," Hank declined. "I never had a reason to use whatever I've acquired until now. A pretty excuse such as yourself warrants a dip into my reserve."
"And me with mah biology homework," Rogue mused.
"The pleasure is all mine."
"Ah'm sure it is." She pulled out her hefty biology book from her backpack and set it gently onto the cafe tabletop. Running her fingers along the pages, she flipped it open to a specific page, a piece of paper marking the spot. "It all sounds like a lot o' jibberish t' me." She flipped the placeholder paper to the backside. "The first page Ah get. Ah copy the definitions next t' the word an' Ah pick a letter in the multiple choice."
"Hold on. Go back," Hank instructed her. He carefully picked the paper from her hand and turned it around. "Dissociation would not include the original molecule. H-two-oh - or more technically, dihydrogen monoxide - is not an ion. Dissociation yields ions, which are molecules with a positive or negative charge."
Rogue looked over her choices in the multiple choice section of the worksheet. "Ah didn't say it was water."
"Oh, yes. You chose D, not B." He rubbed his chin. "Hydroxide, that OH ion, has a negative charge. Hydronium, H-three-oh, would be created with synthesis."
"So what is it?"
"Dihydrogen monoxide dissociates into a positive hydrogen ion and a negative hydroxide ion. Choice A." He handed the paper back and grabbed his drink. "This is chemistry, not biology."
"Well, Ah don't like either."
