A rubber duck collection? That was not something you expected the great and renowned Dr. Ratio to have. Being in a relationship with this man was weird, you were finding out new things every day, he's a lot different from what you were expecting yet it was pleasant, very pleasant.

You looked along the shelves at the assortment of different ducks, some of these looked like they'd been around since his childhood as some of them had small traces of mould from bathwater on the inside. Other ones resembled characters, or influential figures. You couldn't help but giggle at the fact he had a duck resembling Albert Einstein, and next to it a cow looking duck.

Then, you looked over at another duck, this one was different however, it stood on a podium which confused you, what was so special about this one? You'd shared a bath with Ratio a few times in your relationship and you knew he had a favourite rubber duck yet whenever you went to use the bathroom afterwords, said duck was never on the bathside, it was like it's just dissapear, was this where he kept it?

You then reached out to it, about to grab it but that's when Ratio spoke up, firmly. "Don't touch it, that ones only to be touched at bath time or else it'll be deemed unclean and will require extensive care to get it back to it's usual state."

That sounded like a whole load of yap to you, there was no sense in it yet you agreed either way, nodding and pulling your hand away from the duck to go back to looking and inspecting the other ones.