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( his nose wrinkles at 'coal'. sounds awfully sauron-y of you, buddy. )

None. None of the last. The others- yes.

( he watches tony carefully with the compilation of cosima's legacy. which is how he thinks of it, even when she wasn't the only one to contribute to it. there have been too many rifters for him to start getting sentimental with more than a few. )

Those are categories, not examples. Be specific.

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[ It is a Surprise that Thranduil has opinions of any strength around coal-based industrial revolutions, which shows on Tony's face -- manifested more as a curiousity than confusion, but, you know. Seems like a touchy topic. More wine time than tea time.

Not that the tea time isn't great, drinking from it now once he leans back away from the rifter notes before him. ]

Specific, [ he repeats. ] You want my blue sky list of hopes and dreams? Because that's where the specifics live. Forcefields for defense at home and abroad, small-scale for individual use, large-scale to protect units, camps. Flight capability for scouting, messengers, deployment of special agents. [ He ticks these off on his fingers. Don't say magic gun, don't say magic gun-- ] Video capture and transmission. Like, how we can transmit voices, but visual. Light sources that aren't fire, oil, or magic.

Cooler armor.

I mean.

You think of something, [ a gesture with tea cup ] and then you invent the thing that does it.