Edward climbed through the window and began looking around the lab.

Sylph went to the indoor garden and started picking plants for his test serum.

Edward began grabbing ingrediants off of shelves.

"Put all the ingredients over on that table please..." Symphony muttered, walking back to a table, placing all the plants down, and starting the burners.

Edward threw the ingrediants from where he was standing onto the table.

Sylph started crushing and burning and extracting essences from all of the ingredients, also making test tubes and vials float over to his table.

"Every time I tried to make something, it either blew up or became a type of heroin." Edward said.

Sylph laughed. "Seriously? Heroin? Jeez, fighters are weirder than I thought..." He trailed off, whipping a failed vial of serum at the wall.

"All I was trying to do to was pass the science exam in high school." Edward said. "Man, Henry and I had to burn that crap quick, damn neighbor called the police on us."

The boy laughed again. "Once my dad called the cops on me because I was covered in red paint. He thought it was blood of course." He stated, going through some nostalgia.

"Hahaha, really?" Edward said.

Sylph nodded. "Yeah... I have a few mental disorders, so my dad would always overreact to things. Like that time I found a dead Farfetch'd...." He giggled.

"My dad overreacted a lot of crap too." Edward said. "But I don't think he ever called the cops on me."

The boy smiled. "That sounds like an interesting childhood...." He said, chopping up some herbs.

"Yeah, not really." Edward said. "I didn't really get to know him long."