Max didn't stop…
He followed it up by producing a radio transceiver set no larger than his palm. Then, there was a pair of spare batteries and a packet of preserved jerky wrapped in paper.
He paused, thoughtfully feeling around inside the compartment.
"...I think there's still a biscuit in here somewhere."
Minerva quietly covered her forehead with one hand before letting out a long sigh.
"I told you not to demonstrate that in front of other people."
Max looked confused.
"Why?"
"Because every time you do, someone starts thinking it's a brilliant idea."
"It is a brilliant idea."
Across the table, Jillian couldn't help shaking her head.
"I've already treated him seven separate times because of those 'brilliant ideas.'"
Max immediately pointed at her.
"That's completely out of context."
Jillian raised an eyebrow.
"You installed a spring-loaded launcher inside your own arm without testing the recoil."
"It worked."
"It exploded."
"...Only once."
