The closest thing she could think of was just to add the syrup and some melted butter on it and eat it. Once she got to the point of eating it, it didn't taste at all different. Sure the texture is obviously different, it was still edible. She then returned to the couch with her plate of pancakes on her lap. She then listened on the conversation and chimed in. "Surely, everyone has filled out the forms themselves. Mainly because there's so many students with unique abilities that the school can't possibly know every single ability out there." She said before taking some of the pancake bits into her mouth. She was pretty blunt since she had to fill out the stuff for the paper work, and she was sure other students did as well. It was rather just common sense that if this was a special school for individuals with powers, those same individuals should note their powers. She then heard about the time loop and decided to give her input on it. Since she's worked with an SCP who has something similar, there was some elements about it to this kid. "So, your ability to time loop is what makes your age complicated. It doesn't sound all that bad really. It's quite understandable actually. There must have been times when your powers went haywire or you had your reasons to use them for a period of time." She said after she had swallowed her bite and began to take another after she finished talking. It seems to her that this kid wasn't the social type, since she doesn't find any reason as to not elaborate on stuff when asked. She was also pretty blunt, since at times like this, she'd often interrogate people and was pretty blunt about it. It was just something she was generally used to.Chelsea was tempted to take Bright up on the offer of another pancake, but she shook her head. “Maybe in a little bit,” was her only form of refusal other than that. She knew she might be called to help with this new child, and decided not to get too comfortable with anything just yet. Adrien noticed the wave and awkwardly raised his hand as if he was trying to return it. Albright came back with a bandage and a few other things needed to treat the cut. He gestured to a chair, which Adrien sat down in without any question.
“What cut you?” Albright asked, already dabbing at the still liquid blood.
“A time shard.” Adrien didn’t think much of the cleaning of his cut, it wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last either.
“A time...shard...?” Albright repeated, never having heard that term before.
“It’s a side effect of my power.” That was Adrien’s only response, despite Albright obviously wanting some kind of elaboration.
“Chelse, get his file open,” Chelsea took the laptop and sat down next to Bright. She opened up their medical files but didn’t have anything to work with other than a physical appearance. It took her awhile to find Adrien’s file, but once she did, she was annoyed by how empty it was.
“This is practically empty.” She said, and Adrien sighed.
“Of course they trust me to fill everything out. It would kill them to do a bit of paperwork,” he muttered, which was a change of tone from how he had been acting. Albright dapped hydrogen peroxide under Adrien’s cheek, and he flinched.
“Would you mind filling out the questions? We’ll get you your schedule as well once we’re done cleaning up,” Albright asked, ignoring what Adrien had said. He nodded, and with that, Chelsea started questioning him.
“Your name is Adrien Turner, correct?”
“How old are you?”
“I’m four...fourteen.” Adrien had to basically calculate his age as quickly as possible. He had been stuck as an eight year old for what was basically twenty years, and then twelve for another five. His general passage of time was messed up, but he knew how old he was. He just had to make sure.
“You don’t know how old you are?” Albright teased, still checking the cut.
“Would you like to elaborate?”
“Does your ability to create time loops have to do with it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Chelsea sighed, realizing that Bright was sitting next to her. Looking over the form, anything that was incredibly important was already filled out, so she didn’t think she needed to fill out anything else. It didn’t matter anyways, since Adrien wasn’t answering any of the questions anyways. She left the computer open, waiting for the cue to fill in the cut to medical history.
The cut was deeper then Albright had expected, it wasn’t just a grazing like he had originally thought. He was taking extra measures, since the kid didn’t seem to have noticed he was bleeding until it was pointed out to him. All three sat there in silence, Chelsea watching, Albright working, and Adrien just not knowing what to say.