Nathan noticeably brightened when Charles agreed, only to become a little shifty looking at the mention of fireworks.
"Yeah, just some magic sparklers and shit. And we... found... some cannons, so we uh, put stuff in them," he mumbled, since he was expecting a bad reaction from Charles. It was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't all wound up in the hospital wing at some point on the fourth—and at least they hadn't gone so far as launching each other out of the cannons, though Pickles had attempted and failed at it.
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Date: 2010-07-26 10:20 am (UTC)"Yeah, just some magic sparklers and shit. And we... found... some cannons, so we uh, put stuff in them," he mumbled, since he was expecting a bad reaction from Charles. It was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't all wound up in the hospital wing at some point on the fourth—and at least they hadn't gone so far as launching each other out of the cannons, though Pickles had attempted and failed at it.