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[herr_bookman]

It's a special occasion for Autor! So he's going to celebrate it by testing his homemade grenades on the practice range.

Come blow stuff up with him! Or, you know, stop him before he does some real damage.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor logs Daleks away as something severely threatening to a woman who creates massive, impressive explosions--likely to use on them. Huh.

"Er... personal ownership in what way?" he asks, toying with another tennis ball-sized grenade. "I know I have to replace a few bags of fertilizer and pesticides. Or do you mean the shed?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"I mean there's more'n one light-fingered patron, an' I don't want my explosives used without my permission." She takes a lot of pride in her work, and takes equal responsibility in what they cause. "I don't trust the locks here."

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks, and blinks again.

"That's very wise," he says, clearly having never considered that sort of thing with regards to his own incendiary devices. "There was a time a little ways back when every lock in the place popped open without warning; I can't imagine someone irresponsible getting a hold of your explosives."

Like him.

[nitro_is_ace]

"I'd imagine so - that, or the standards for teenaged delinquency are dropping severely since I was a teenager." If she was idiotic enough to leave her explosives where others could get at them, she'd be horribly disappointed if no one was ballsy enough to take the chance.

Her daughter is, of course, banned from all such practices, because they'd give her daddy and granddad ulcers.

(Ace'd be the secretly (or not so secretly) proud one.)

[herr_bookman]

Autor looks her up and down, grinning. "Hm, I wouldn't count teenagers out of the middle of the bell curve yet, as far as delinquents go."

He gestures to the three tennis ball-sized grenades he's holding, and sends them off with a bang.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Beeeetter." It's judicious and unruffled, eyeing the resulting minicraters with a jaundiced eye.

[herr_bookman]

Oho, was that a challenge?

"There are powder kegs, here," he says, and nearly kicks one with a foot. There are two, each about the size of his skull. "And smoke bombs. And flash bangs. And loads more tennis balls."

Casually, he holds out a hand. "What say we pile them all up and set them off all at once?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"You may, if you like. A bit unrefined, but I can't deny the brilliance of a good explosion." It was more of a professional's assessment - she has been at this for longer than many have been alive.

(Though, she still adores holidays that are basically excuses to explode things. Honestly, best holidays ever. And in her family, many holidays not traditionally associated with explosions somehow... have mutated.)

[herr_bookman]

"Oh?" Autor says, striking a match to watch it burn. "And do you have suggestions for refining such? This is my first batch. Do keep in mind that I only have chemicals I derive myself available to me--until Security bans me from the greenhouse, that is."

It's an amateur's question, but an amateur who wants to get explosives right.

"I don't suppose you know how to make fireworks out of fertilizer?" he asks, gingerly piling the bombs together.

[nitro_is_ace]

"I do, but such things are so much more rewarding when you learn them y'self, doncha think? An' the answer is yes t'the second part too. They're brill." And no, she's not going to give answers on that, either.

She still hasn't figured out a certain barman's exploding cereal trick, but she's sure some day she'll get it sorted.

[herr_bookman]

Autor gives her a definite side-eye. Okay, learning things by himself isn't bad, and that is usually what he prefers, but... he's having difficulties with those fireworks. And pouring over chemistry books takes him quite a bit more time than he expected.

Still, this is a challenge. One he'll rise to meet.

"Then I shall have something to show you the next time we meet," he promises, and lights the keg.

Might be wise to run, Ace.