Who: Petit & Lulu Where: out back of the guildhall, New Orleans What: Burninating the countryside/peasants/thatchroofcottages When: nowish Why: stress relief and/or just because.
Petit had moved all the combustibles outside, off to the edge of the swampy area, just like she'd said she usually did, and was busying herself making small Molotov cocktails, she'd already found some leftover fireworks, but she wasn't sure how old they were, or how effective they'd be. It was easy, well-practiced work, and she seemed to be enjoying herself.