[He pulls himself up, dusting soot off of his mercifully black dress shirt and likely only making it worse. There'd be hell to pay when he washed his clothes later, but for now...]

If you're looking for an extinguisher, I don't have one. I thought I did...but there wasn't one anywhere I looked. [He shrugged.] And it seemed simple enough--I've counterfeited heirloom rings before, and even made a few off-standard additions myself.

Sucrose, gunpowder, and antimony sulfide shouldn't have made this kinda mess.