[What is he even thinking of, goodness. Jae-Ha walks over to pluck one of the balls cheerfully from Hazel's hands.]

Like, perhaps, removing everything from a space that isn't beautiful?

[He's not serious, but he likes this light mood. Anyway, he's going to chuck this one a good distance away and watch it blow.] These work so well, I wonder why they didn't drop all of them from the skies themselves.