[Ariel holds his breath as the salt pours in. He tries to count the grains, an impossible task, but at least this way he'll be watching closely enough to know if something has well and truly gone awry. It feels good to do this -- it's not earth shattering work, but it's productive nonetheless.
Thankfully, it doesn't. As the color shifts, settling on a dull orange hue, Ariel breathes a sigh of relief. It hasn't exploded, which he counts as a win.]
There we are, then. It should eat away at... something, I suppose.
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Thankfully, it doesn't. As the color shifts, settling on a dull orange hue, Ariel breathes a sigh of relief. It hasn't exploded, which he counts as a win.]
There we are, then. It should eat away at... something, I suppose.