Please. Unlike kids, we have an easier time getting a hold of explosives ourselves.
[ She has the box in hand and is ready to lead the way to the backyard. She might be happy to cause an explosion, but she's not going to cause one inside. ]
Hm. Apparently, it's still the wrong season for fireworks. The gunpowder would make it even easier.
[Both set, he follows her outside into the back yard, finding a spot mostly clear of grass to start with, not particularly close to either government townhouse... It's a bit of work from here, clearing a bit of a trench, the canister is laid in it, deep enough for the box to sit flat... and the liquid, a clear, pungent smelling chemical is poured around it deep enough to puddle.
He trots back to Tex and after a moments consideration, takes the stunner from his hip, and offers it to her.]
[ She is more than happy to let him do the hard part. She stands back and watches him in appreciation. Yeah, that's going to cause a nice little explosion.
When he offers the stunner, she smiles broadly and takes it. ]
I'd be happy to. [ And there's only a moment's delay before she aims and takes fire. ]
[The surge of electricity is, at least, enough to ignite the liquid. It flares up, flames a rather chemical red. The board catches immediately, pieces starting to melt, before there's a faint popping sound and the pitched groan of stressed metal.
Before the canister bursts, pressurized chemicals and the flammable aerosol pitch everything up into a nice, impressive firespout in the middle of the yard. The board, box and pieces land... somewhere in a neighbor's area.]
[ This might be the most gleeful she's looked since arriving here. There's delight in her eyes as she watches the flames shoot up and she has no qualms with whatever collateral damage has happened to the neighbors' yards. That's firmly their problem. ]
[ There's really no call for a text when Miles is just in his room, but ... eh. He's lazy and mildly achier than usual today, so he doesn't much feel like getting out of bed at this hour. ]
[It takes a little while. There's the fumbling for the nightstand, a few sleepy attempts at the unlock code and finally... he rubs his face, glances at the woman still sleeping beside him and ... resigns himself to texting back.]
[ Poor Aral. Forced into texting by his own son. (Miles has surely snuck over to Gregor's room by now anyway, so it's not as though he can get up either.) ]
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