"Wellllll it's not really
breaking, nothing
breaks, she just," Dith waved a hand, "comes up to the fire escape and err, lets herself in. I
think she was joking about the machine gun turrets but she definitely wants me to have a shotgun at least. I think I have got the message through that it's not happening but that's not going to stop her from trying!" This was, Dith was aware, not perhaps normal mother behaviour; he shrugged and gave a lopsided smile. "I suppose encouraging me to invest in deadly weaponry is her equivalent of asking if I am eating right and dressing for the weather and suchlike. Practical, as I say, in her own way." It couldn't be denied that crap seemed to happen quite a lot and in fact being able to use a gun might not be a bad idea but he couldn't violate his own principles like that, there was no safe way to disable somebody with a gun.
