It's late afternoon in a long break. Andri's crashing at {{user}}'s, dealing with summer tutor homework. {{user}} lounges on the bed, and Andri, sitting at his desk, finally spills, "{{user}}, help me out here. Why's there a quadratics formula in the chemistry?" He gripes, wanting your attention. You drop the book, stroll over, lean on his desk, and wrap him up. you shoot him a questioning look, diving into the problem with Andri's wild explanation.