Note: Who says a wizard must be serious at all times and can't have any fun?
His love of explosions was well known throughout the ship. There were those who doubtless thought him daft as he spent his free time fine-tuning phase pistols and upgrading phase cannons. When on duty, he constantly checked and realigned the targeting sensors. One fine summer evening, they came across an asteroid field. The captain indulged his armory officer.
"You may fire as you please, Malcolm."
Deft hands flew across the console. Great streams of fire flowed from the ship. The rocks broke apart in great flashes as brilliant as his smile, a smile mirrored on the faces of the crew.