"Mrs No-heat Wet-start?" George smiled impishly, then laughed. "I dunno that I could afford to buy her out, even if I wanted to, although I wouldn't mind the secret of wet-start fireworks. Haven't been able to get that exactly right yet."
He took another sip, then grinned. He loved the possessive way she spoke sometimes, almost like he was something she'd collected, secreted away, hid from everyone, and guarded jealously. Maybe he was. And whether or not he was possessed, he didn't fancy the thought of another 'old woman's' claws in him, No-heat Filibuster or anyone else.
He relaxed a bit more, then gestured at the box with his glass. "Sort of. Something for you, something for me. Something I didn't realise I missed until I saw something in a magazine." He took another drink. He was dying to know what she thought, but oddly, not anxious about it.
It could be amazing, or a great laugh, depending on her reaction, and he wasn't sure that it mattered to him either way.