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[eisenheimhaus]

Because the mun hasn't EPed in awhile and could use a nice distraction, there is a fifteen-year-old boy at a table, sketching out the finer details of an upcoming project. He may venture out to the party by the lake later, but right now he is working on mechanics of the swivel-seam of a small wooden oval

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[creator_raven]

Raven is disappointed by the lack of lemonade.

He can, however, provide cookies.

Lots of cookies.

A flood of them, even.

Oops?

[eisenheimhaus]

Crumbs and cookies whole scatter across the length of the table, over and across Eduard's project. He nearly jumps out of his seat, looking around for who would have done such a thing while he was working --

Hrm.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

He has a cookie in his mouth.

Or maybe that is two cookies.

Who knows?

[eisenheimhaus]

"You dropped your cookies," Eduard explains timidly, just in case Raven was unaware of the situation at hand.

[rebel_falcon]

There is a man who sits at a nearby table, with a small box of metal and electronic looking things, and begins taking them out and lining them up in some fashion of 'order'.

As organized as Solo ever gets, anyway...

[eisenheimhaus]

Which, to a cabinetmaker's apprentice, is not very organized at all.

"What are you building?" Eduard asks when curiosity bests awkwardness of approach.

[rebel_falcon]

"I'm trying to test a detonator system to make sure the timing is right," he explains, as he glances up, a half smile on his features. "I don't want to blow myself up, or any of my team, for that matter."

[eisenheimhaus]

Explosives. "I have never worked with weapons before," the boy explains apologetically, as if Han had asked him for the boy's help.