[Finn had been wandering around here a bit himself. He had just watched someone going off at some aria, shooting off fireworks haphazardly into the ground. Things caught fire. It was a bit concerning.]

[Then he saw POE trying it now, and frowned as one whizzed off in an odd angle. He came over, his hands in the pockets of the leather coat he still had, and his brow raised as he was asked if he wanted to give it a try.]

Are you telling me I have more anger then you? Because so far, all I'm seeing is people trying to set them off in anger. [he couldn't help the smile at that.] What are the fireworks even for? I haven't seen these in some time.