Eddie's eyes lifted for a moment before he reeled back, the gun getting a reaction out of him alright. He was up, standing, pointing his own gun in return. And his wasn't a novelty. His shoulders relaxed, however, when she cocked it and a flame appeared.
"Right," He put his gun away-apparently who he had replaced was of like mind as him, carrying weaponry in the home. He leaned over to light his cigar off the flame and took a slow puff.