"...Goddamn," he says approvingly, coming out from under the table with a grin on his face. "Remind me not to piss you off. Yeah, I think we'll call that a success."

He does glance over at the far wall, but none of the ricochets got that far. His works in progress are safe.

Part of him hopes that somebody tries to chuck a lightning bolt at Sherry, but he has enough tact not to say that out loud. Besides, next time it might not be so... spectacular. The effect depends as much on where something hits as what it is.

And he's pleased to see that the coat isn't even scorched.