WEEK THREE: MONDAY AFTERNOON, THE DINER
[ as promised last week but never gotten around to, this time dave goes off directly after lunch to the diner with violet baudelaire.
he's still just as weirdly quiet as he has been of late, as he fiddles with the jukebox to try to pick a tune, but he does say: ]
Did you ever get that picture, by the way?
he's still just as weirdly quiet as he has been of late, as he fiddles with the jukebox to try to pick a tune, but he does say: ]
Did you ever get that picture, by the way?
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but she takes it, eyebrows raising at the title on the front. she'll gently tuck it into the pocket with her siblings' picture, safe and sound. ]
That sounds good. I'm sure we could make a fire even without matches. It'll be fun.
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Like with sticks and doin' the whole boy scout thing with blowin' on them?
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That's not quite what I thought, but sure. We can be boy scouts. That's probably easier than making a striker and our own matchsticks.
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[ lord help him he actually sounds curious. ]
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[ she almost ties up her hair but instead her hands just twitch. she is not building this for real. right now, anyway. ]
Matches are just wood or stiff paper, and the end is just something that can be ignited. I'm not entirely sure what they're supposed to be made of, but it'd just have to be something that can create flame when struck against the striking surface. It's all about the friction, I think? They're probably coated in phosphorus or something, but I would think we could make something that works... Or I wonder if we could ask for the phosphorus if we could find the wood or paper ourselves...
Um. Rubbing sticks together is definitely easier, though.
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[ he's mostly amused, now. ]