Baz jerks a thumb towards the kitchen. "Ye boond tae find sommat ye like in there, laddie. Jes' doon' touch the rabbits, okie? Ye'll end up takin' their trip into Jania, get me drift laddie?" He chuckles, taking a deep pull of his cigar, and exhales a plume of smoke as he relaxes completely.<br/><br/>"Ohhhh..." he says, his eyes closing. They open suddenly when an inter-room ballistic cushion hits him square in the face, launched by Jania. He returns fire, and a short war ensues, which Jania wins. "Ey" she calls. "Ye short fucker. Gimme a cigar!"<br/><br/>With a grumble, Baz throws her one of his prized cigars, which she sparks up with a happy sigh. Baz pads over to the armoury, and holds out his hand for the gun. When it's passed over, he examines the revolver in minute detail, opening the cylinder, checking the barrel, and soforth. He blinks, and nods. "It c'n be silenced. Never seen one like it"<br/><br/>((This is just such fun to play... three mad Scottish people... XD))