I wish, but I know 'em. [ And if he's remembering right: ] Alcohol, cloth, and fire? And, uh, the click of a gun makes the spark that sets off the gunpowder that pushes out the bullet.

[ He can see the similarities that Prompto's making, he thinks, and he figures that saying that much shows where he is on his 'how to make explosives' know-how. He's watched movies, maybe dabbled in random videos. Nothing actually serious because, really: what the hell was he ever going to need them for?

They'll need to reach the end of the aisle, which will start display the barbecue sets and fire wood necessary for those sweet outdoor activities that isn't about dirt and grass. Unless it's fake grass, and pebble bags--and nearby, the aforementioned bagged charcoal. ]