WEEK THREE: MONDAY AFTERNOON, THE DINER

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[ 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?

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...How do you make a striker and matchsticks?

[ lord help him he actually sounds curious. ]

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Hm, well.

[ 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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I mean, I'm not sure they'd give us phosphorous, either, though we can ask.

[ he's mostly amused, now. ]