She could have asked the Moose too but thought it might be something she should've known and didn't want to display the ignorance. Jack would just ask him the next time she saw him.

"No good if it hurts you," Jack mused, "but they make little packets of stuff for fires that makes sparks and colored flames and colored smoke and stuff."

A beat.

"Not that you need to be festive and sparkly. It was just a random thought."

Jack had a lot of those.

"Asshole pointed out I stuck my hands in, y'know, you, so sorry if I gave you a headache or whatever."

She wouldn't want to be a telepath anywhere near her.