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Ace in a bar.

Actually, more like Ace in a booth in the far corner of the bar, staring disconsolately at the picked-apart mess that used to be a peanut butter and marmite sandwich. Come ask her what the hell she was thinking. Or why she's still here, when there is clearly a sign on the board that says she isn't.

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"... that's a risk when you love someone." Quietly. "There's hurts that go with the joys. That's also life, Ace."

"M'afraid it'll go all lopsided." She's lived there. Doesn't intend to be the cause of it.

"It won't. You both love each other, more than a good many people I've seen." A faint, smile, and she squeezes Ace's hand.

"It won't go lopsided. So- Tim is sick now. He will get better. You'll see."

"Hope so." It's hard to do anything besides imagine the worse when you can't see what's going on.

Ace is very imaginative.

A sigh, and a quiet nod from Svava. She toys with her own chocolate milkshake.

"... I never did tell you how I used the nitro, did I?"

She shakes her head. No. She hadn't wanted to pry.

"You don't have to tell me." She gathers there wasn't anything in that battle worth celebrating.

Svava shrugs, a bit.

"It worked. Very well. I don't know if anything else would have taken out Garm."

Not much worth celebrating, but you can take small victories where you can. And it had been one, in the middle of that battle.

She doesn't know Garm from grandma, but she understands the concept of unbeatable opponent.
"They've a history of taking out big bads."

"I can imagine." A faint smile. "It did work well. Right down the jaws-"

"Garm was Hel's Hound." Close enough to 'hellhound' both in name and looks that Ace can figure out who Garm was."

Bl--ink.

A predator's grin.

"Brilliant."

Svava chuckles, toying with her milkshake.

"Knocked quite a few people back. I told everyone to stand clear. ... Most did listen."

"Yeah, some people gotta experience it first hand."

...

"Like me." Hadn't had eyebrows for weeks.

"Least I've somewhat seen what it can do." Svava nods, a bit bemused.

She's resolutely not thinking of Tyr.

"And... well, for a few split seconds, I think Garm learned that experience rather well."

"Probably left a lasting impression then." She notes sagely. A sly, sideways sort of grin.

"More of a crater, really. Not an impression." Svava manages a straight face, sipping her chocolate milkshake.

"That's more of a 'through-and-through' impression." Ace explains, nodding sincerely. "They usually last."

"Hm. You'll have to go over some more uses of that nitro, to teach me how to better use it." Svava nods.

And... she's actually, very, sincere.

"I can do that." Cheery grin. Pyromania puts her in a good mood, most times. "S'got lots of uses. Can even use it... sans charge... as fuel for a campfire. My version, at least. Please don't put pure nitroglycerin in the fire, please."

'Cause... boom.

Svava blinks, a bit wide-eyed, and nods. "Can't be any much more dangerous than magic. ... Which can be. I've only gotten decently well at it here. Before?" She smiles wryly.

"I think I've lost some eyebrows to that dratted campfire rune spell."

"...." Ace considers this.

"We'll start with gunpowder." Low explosives. Less chance of missing limbs.

"... I'm hoping that 'gunpowder' is something used with guns, insted of guns ground to powder." Svava laughs quietly.

Blink.

"Yes. Rather."

...

"Dunno if ground guns explode..." But it does sound like she might try to find out. Oy.

"They're mostly metal, and wood." Svava has seen guns. Not handled them, but she's seen them often enough.

"The wood might burn, ground, but not the metal. The bullets that are put into the gun, how those work? Probably would though."

...
"Should try it sometime."

She wonders how bad the gunslingers would kill her if they heard her ordering gun powder from the Bar.

Best to do it when they're not around then.

Ace does come up with very good (survival oriented) ideas. Svava grins, and sips her milkshake.

"And also- how many fireworks are left?"

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