Cornelia arranges a wide collection of containers for the various substances.

Griffie sets up the stabilization spell, and starts adding samples to the box. Words and gestures cause a container to fill with liquid from nowhere with what Griffie labels 'water'. Griffie opens a container in their bubble, and simply waits and closes it before labeling it 'air'. A different set of words and gestures produce a palm-sized smooth rock. A broken thorn, a drop of quick-to-clot white circulatory fluid, some scrapings of wax, a scraping from Griffie's mouth, and berries from the headband. Griffie notes that the berries are poisonous, blinks, and says "You're not going to try sticking any of this stuff in your mouth, are you, I do not need to worry about how these look superficially edible probably." Some shavings off of coins, after which Griffie puts the shaved coins carefully separate from the rest of their coins, and labels the shavings 'kuprin', 'argentin', 'goldin', and 'platin'. A splinter of wood. A droplet from — "maybe I shouldn't put a droplet of acid in your containers without more checks". A droplet of a viscous golden liquid, labeled 'honey'. Bits of 'kuprin-stanin alloy' and 'ferin', taken from miscellaneous tools, which aren't treated any differently after losing a bit of mass. A bit of parchment.

Griffie looks at a wildly colorful feather with a deeply amused expression before deciding to not cut a sample from it. It, uh, probably wouldn't be appropriate to discuss the Jubjub Bird. At all.

Cornelia takes the samples and sends them off for testing, along with the rodents who the schedule calls for personality testing of.

"So. I don't think I have any more testing ideas. We can try some of the tests you thought would be less informative. Someone could teach me things that might lead to more test ideas. I was going to suggest that since I've already been outside the spaceship, if I can't move around inside the ship I could move around outside the ship, but I don't really know how to exercise in the absence of gravity and air, er, liquid or gas offering nontrivial resistance? Is there anyone who's allowed to know about me who has spare time and would like to do social interactions that are for the sake of social interactions?"

"I can check people's schedules, you can reach out to specific people with your tablet, or you can post an open request."

"Is Arithnu available?"

Cornelia taps her tablet.

"Well, I can't confirm he is busy, at least. You can message him if you want."

Griffie pokes at their tablet, and with the help of the previous lecture and onboard tips, manages to message Arithnu. "I am out of testing ideas, and would like to have some friendly and less task-oriented conversation. Are you available for this? If so, you're invited to meet me at the mobile quarantine area I'm in."

Arithnu sends back a message "I'm about to eat, would it be a problem if I brought my food over and eat it during without sharing it?"

"That won't be a problem," Griffie responds.

Arithnu sends "I'll head right there once my food is ready."

Griffith is not familiar with texting norms and thus does not reply to this.

Arithnu approaches the outside of Griffie's enclosure, a chair moving by itself on wheels to follow him. He is holding a lightweight bowl with visible steam filled mostly with what could be called 'cooked greens' if they weren't black, and occasionally using a fork, itself made out of a substance with an unusual resemblance to the bowl, to grab a small piece of greyish meat or a cube of some starchy vegetable, sometimes disrupting the colorful lines of sauces across the top in the process.

Griffie waves and waits for Arithnu to get closer to the quarantine enclosure.