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[untiedtheknots]

Out by the lake, on a sufficiently rocky patch of ground well away from trees or stables or anything prone to igniting, Artemis has a box.

To be more specific, a box of half-price fireworks.

(Nothing like the day after Fourth of July weekend

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[averyhasagun]

"Little miss pyrotechnics display tonight, are we?"

Paul, for his part, is picking his way over to Artemis, the remnants of a lollipop stick caught between his lips in lieu of a cigarette.

"Are we celebrating anything?"

[untiedtheknots]

"The ability to purchase in bulk things that make lots of light and noise, and then explode."

This is, in Artemis's book, complete and total justification for a holiday.

"Also, they were on sale."

Like she could let them go to waste.

[averyhasagun]

"Completely understandable."

He eyes the box a moment longer.

"And, pray tell, would the lady suffer a sparkler for the pauper?"

[untiedtheknots]

She grins.

"The lady would not be suffering at all."

She holds out a sparkler, digging her her pocket with her other hand for a book of matches.