The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…Phineas echoed her gesture, a genuine sense of peace settling over him. The lab was quiet, save for the gentle scratching of his pencil and the soft hum of the ventilation system. The scent of burnt toast was almost entirely gone, replaced by the subtle aroma of freshly brewed tea and the faint, clean scent of possibility. He had faced down a toaster with delusions of grandeur and emerged, slightly singed but wiser, ready to embrace the quiet revolution of everyday convenience. The world, he decided, was safe for now. And his teacup, he was quite certain, would remain a loyal, and very well-behaved, companion.