_“Is it… legal, for you give me this thing? Don’t I need a permit, or, three or something?“

“Eh, hey, if a cake baker can own a big-bore cannon under the pretense of it shooting out parties, a forty-mil grenade rifle isn’t anything to fret over. ‘sides, it’s only a destructive device if you use actual explosives in the thing, and all the ammo you’re getting with it is fluff-bang based. Only thing it can destroy is the seams of stuffed things… and diapers, if you shoot ‘em with enough.“

“Uh… huh. Well, guess it can cause a bit of mischief, at least… you got any other ammo this thing takes?“

“Yeah, also can fire P-235, if you wanna make some balloons. All the other stuff is kinda experimental right now, though.“

“Riiight… well, definitely one of the odder gifts I’ve gotten.“

“Hey, can’t fault me for trying…”_

So it happens to be Plinks’ birthday tomorrow, and to mark the occasion, I gave her a grenade rifle and a bag fulla fluff-bang ammo for it.

I’m not entirely creative sometimes.