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(Raven's response wasn't directed at Arch. Sorry.)
Raven's eyes went wide. "Nuh-uh!" Asmo instinctively ducked behind the counter.
Raven pointed to Saber. "She's a good cook. I'm full though, want the rest?"
Asmo snatched up a chicken bone and tossed it at Nightshade.
Raven nodded. "Most of it. Chocolate, taffy, caramel, a whole flank load of stuff." Asmo squinted. "Why, Night?"
"No, I was thinking the kerosene one. The candy... I'm gonna have a crazy allergic reaction if I'm out for that."
Raven pointed at Arch. "Good thinking. Maybe it can blow when I start to strum my guitar."
"Even still, this one might be up to you. I can't break the candy one."
"That's a good idea. But then you've gotta worry about the zeppelin crashing on the crowd. See, girl, I've thought this out."
"I could blow it up in the dustance," Raven suggested. "I mean, I can out fly the blast."
"Or kerosene. Scratch that, just air and stuff."
"Then air," suggested Asmo. "Plain, old air."
"So this guy could buy a zeppelin like it's one of us buying a candy bar. And he's threatening a kid with felony charges over this candy bar. And...
"Never answered my question, pal."
"That's a zeppelin, Saber."
"Exactly how much money do you have?" Asmo asked Arch.
"Actually," Raven thought aloud, "flying through it and landing on stage would be a pretty metal entrance..."
"That's actually how I see in this form," said Asmo. "Not quite a trick, but I can do it."
"What eyeball trick?"
"Oh yeah? What's that?" He perked his ears up.
