[viktor's brow furrows a moment as he tries to remember that poem, which would be easier if they hadn't been a little drunk at the time. still he snaps his fingers when he manages to dredge up,] That was eh... the one about a tomb, yes? The Ninth?

[but there's parties to consider apparently, and the question makes him chuckle and wave a hand.] Oh, go right ahead. Noise does not bother me, and it sounds like a good way to show you fireworks, like we discussed. Who is coming to this party, exactly?

[normally he loathes parties but, to be fair, all the parties he's had to deal with in recent years were galas of rich people who liked to ask him if he was jayce's assistant, so he thinks a fireworks party in the yard can have a chance. all the more reason to figure out a way to make sure they won't attract any beasts.] Yes, well... tell them you'll be cooking, that might amuse them.

[since he'll drag pal into helping there at least. part of the lessons and all.]

No you would not, you would look like a man with a belt. [amused.] Do you think it would look better with a thigh holster or loose in a bag?