We can do that, too! I was raised in a Library, it'd be just like home!

[Teaching and being taught, he means. There's that nagging thought of not teaching anyone too much, because they'll use his own tricks and everyone will think he did something, but you know what? We're ignoring that. Stubbornly. We are instead thinking about bombs, and crocodiles, and about needing bombs to deal with problems.]

Hell yeah! You never know when you might need a good explosion. Especially if there's any more of those tabooty monsters around.

[...We did mention the light bandaging around Arthur's head, right? He's fine. He's just also not filtering so good.]