My mother was adopted. [Neither Grandma or Grandpa baker was of a species cross-fertile with humans, nevermind each other.]

Are those foxes going to melt? Do you think I should look at those first? Wait- let me find a jar for those crystals-

[It's like watching an undergrad before finals. Except finals are Live Or Death Survival In a Hostile Environment, and it is at least a student who has studied extensively for just that. Was possibly raised from a young age for it, or bitten by a radioactive academic.]