Cocky kid. They both had a point though, but if someone here was making them... He glanced at the desk.

"Are those incindearies?" He set some of the materials aside, shellac, potassium nitride, and where the hell was the alminium? "Problem is, they go boom once then stop." Well, he thought so. Rockets bombs was a new concept; but at least that kid looked capable enough not to blow them up. Max too, since he's spoken to her already.