"Yeah. Plus those things that nature goddess made." Tyrus frowned at that, looking at Mal again. He sipped a little bit more of his rum. "These seeds that were apparently getting in every Earth gun they could find. If they get over to this side, we're gonna be stuck with those really old school Zenner guns. I played a little with one once, in Bastantown's market."

He frowned. He did not like the difference between them; he had gotten used to the Earth firearms and learned to use them. It felt a little like switching to a peashooter. "It's pretty different."