At least, Illarion thinks wryly to himself, they're only fooling around with paint and a light. Nothing explosive, nothing mechanical. Neatly limits the truly fatal mischief their enthusiasm could get them into.
"Such confidence! Have you mixed much paint before?" It could be mockery, but the grin on the shrike's face keeps it from that. "Or are we growing our wings on the way down?
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At least, Illarion thinks wryly to himself, they're only fooling around with paint and a light. Nothing explosive, nothing mechanical. Neatly limits the truly fatal mischief their enthusiasm could get them into.
"Such confidence! Have you mixed much paint before?" It could be mockery, but the grin on the shrike's face keeps it from that. "Or are we growing our wings on the way down?