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Any sensible magical princess knows better than to startle someone while they are carrying live ordnance -- especially if that ordnance does not appear to be standard issue. So Punie waits for a suitable moment before skipping closer to the range, giving Autor plenty of time to see her coming.

He will also have plenty of time to see that she has her Princess Rod in one hand, ready for...well, for any eventuality.

She bounces to a stop a reasonable distance away, close enough to talk at a mostly normal volume. "Are you planning something fun?" she asks, bright and interested.

[OOC: Getting this in before I sign off, but will be back to pick up tags in the morning!]

Ah, yes, Autor thinks, smiling a smile which sharpens as she closes the distance. I knew you'd come.

After gingerly spreading his haul out on the ground, Autor lights two sparklers. "If playing with simple chemistry is your idea of fun," he says, offering her one of the small firecrackers, "then let me entertain you."

With his free hand, he gestures to the bombs clustered in the snow. Some look like little balls with fuses. One is crafted of two simple canisters, carefully adhered together. Others are red, purple, or green. A few look like twisted firecrackers, obviously hand-rolled. Two are gigantic, and have long fuses to reflect that.

"Ladies' choice. But watch your hands; I suspect some of them may be unstable," he says, wiggling his fingers, "as these things tend to be."

[OOC: See you then! <3]

"Oh, no, thank you," Punie demurs, without so much as a moment's hesitation. "I'd much rather watch for now. But please don't let me interrupt you -- I'd love to see more of what you've made!"

She prefers to keep all of her fingers intact at present. And grenades are really more her mascot's forte than her own.

Smart, he thinks, wondering if she'll help him hobble back to the infirmary when he blows his nose off. He easily concludes that she won't, and grins.

"Well, do keep in mind, if you will, that these are simple toys," he says, gathering three of the tennns ball-sized ones. "Bar wouldn't give me any truly dangerous chemcals, obviously, so i had to derive what I could from what I found in the greenhouse."

He lights the three grenades with his sparkler and hurls them across the field as hard as he can. They smoke where they land for a few seconds before blasting a satisfying chunk out of the hard-packed dirt. "Good thing there's enough fertilizer to level the place."

Then he glances at her, almost shy. "And how have you been while I have been boiling salt peter in my room?"

She watches the grenades land with calm amusement. Even as small as they are, they could certainly do enough damage in the right hands.

(But you're tiny, he'd said to her. She almost giggles at the memory of his flushed cheeks and brilliant, hate-filled smile.)

"I wanted to come here and have some fun with the paintball game, but my little sisters showed up at my school and I had to make sure they didn't cause trouble." She sighs, mouth pursed in a small pout. "They can be so naughty when they want attention. I don't like having to scold them, but sometimes a spanking is the only thing that will teach them a lesson."

Just wait 'till he packs them with ball bearings and broken glass.

"Paintball game? Ah, yes, I saw that on the bulletin board," Autor says, arranging the colored balls in a tightly-packed circle. He glances up to see her pouting, and immediately directs his stare to his fingers again. His cheeks are dusted with pink, which may or may not be from the smoke bombs.

The boy stands, and brushes off his hands. "Are you responsible for the care of your sisters?" Interesting. "Wait, you spank them?" he says, and coughs to hide the strangled noise building in the back of his throat. Autor turns his head and pops a hand on his hip. "So, how old are they? Are they in line for the throne after you? Are there two or three?"

And no, that's not chalk dust on his neck.

"Two of them -- they're twins." Punie twirls her Princess Rod idly in her hand, tugging gently on the big green bow tied around it. "And I'm not really responsible for them, but I am their big sister. If they're naughty when I'm around, they know I'll have to punish them. They're only eight years old, after all, and I have to set a good example."

The humiliation, Punie knows, is far more effective than any physical punishment would be. There are few things that most children hate more than being treated like children.

"And as for the throne...." She seems on the point of switching over into her other personality, but she merely smiles and shakes her head. "They still have a lot of growing up to do."