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"My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby’s breath, you name it. One day, I’m making about three dozen corsages for this prom, you know, the one they put on the wrist, and everybody, they come. "Where is it?", "When is it?", "Does it match my dress?" It’s a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what. BOOM! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window. It was like a sign from God. I found myself that boom. "

“NOW !”

            [ ❀ ] "Alright. Alright.                                     I get them in an hour."

                           "I do not know, Milo. It is making a ticking noise."

"Well, get them                                                                                                          o u t!”

            [ ❀ ] "What is the magic word?" 

          “Voodoo magic?” Jack questioned, an eyebrow quirked in uncertainty. What era was the man from, the dark ages? No-less, the spirit gave a shake of his head before giving a prideful smirk. “There’s no voodoo about it. Just pure talent.” 

               [ ❀ ] "And how does one develop that talent, eh?                  Impossible. Very. You only fly in planes and explosives."

"How did someone who owns a flower shop get into something like that? The two don’t seem to connect too much." 

          [ ❀ ] "A rather long story. Are you sure you wish to hear?"

"Explosives? Are you telling me                                                                           that there are explosives in my castle?"

           [ ❀ ] "Well. When you think of it as that, possibly."

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"I suppose I wouldn’t mind watching. I just doubt that helping would do any good. I’ll keep that to the professional…you are a professional, aren’t you?"

     [ ❀ ] "Professional. Yes. Kinda. Yes. Well.      I own a flower shop, but still. I am professional."

"If you can’t tell, explosives aren’t my forte." She laughed softly. 

        [ ❀ ] "Want me to show you?"

   ”Riiiight. You don’t seem like the typical flower shop keeper.     Robbing tombs…that’s pretty hardcore, just sayin’.     Why were you doing something like that?”

         [ ❀ ] "I am much more than a typical flower          shop owner. Explosion expert, that is what I am.       Eh. And you have not done anything to that extent?     Don't know. Because I could. Job is a job. Money is money.       I get to make things explode, I do it, no questions."

"Well, I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone make an explosive with spices…or an explosive all together." 

      [ ❀ ] "I do not use the spices to make the explosives. I only add it as                       the final touch, you know. Final touches make it big."