Yay, last chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Rule 9: No explosive paint anywhere near a fire source.
"Sabine...What are you doingggg?" Ezra asked nervously, scooting away from the 16-year-old.
"Relax, Ezra, I'm just mixing paints."
"Um, and you're making them into bombs and you're right next to the bonfire." Ezra scooted farther away.
"And your point is?" Sabine asked, bent over her project intently.
"If you knock it in the fire, you're gonna make it explode!" Ezra exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his knees protectively."
"He has a good point," Kanan piped up from the other side of the camp fire, where Hera was asleep with her head on his shoulder. Zeb poked at the coals with a stick.
"Yes, he does," he agreed. "C'mon, why dontcha move back a little, kid?"
"Relax, guys, it's fine." Sabine glanced up and tucked her feet under her. As she did this, her toe nudged one of the paint bottles and it tipped over. Right into the fire.
"Look out!" Ezra shrieked, leaping backwards as a loud bang sounded and paint and fire shot sky high. All five were thrown backwards a ways from the fire, landing hard on their rears. Nothing was gained from this except a few singed eyebrows and paint spattered all over their clothes, but needless to say, no one was happy.
"What in tarnation happened?" Hera exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.
"Sabine knocked explosive paint into the fire," Ezra explained, wiping the paint from his clothing as best he could.
"On accident!" Sabine shouted.
"It was stupid anyway. I told you to move back," Zeb said, the tip of his left ear smoldering.
"Yeah, um, sorry." Sabine shrugged sheepishly and smirked.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Guess who gets to do the laundry for the next few weeks?" Kanan asked, looking down at his paint sodden clothing.
Sabine sighed but nodded.
"Fair enough, fair enough."
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