[She'll wait. At least until he's reasonably out of range.]
[And that's precisely when the fireworks start.]
[It's not a slow burn. It's a sudden explosion of orange light, burning to white in the center with intensity. The sort of fire best left to, fittingly, cremations and metal-smithing. The metal of the coaster overhead groans, wood starting to blister.]
[The grass catches fire around her. In a perfect circle. Probably on purpose -- it burns in an instant, hot enough to scorch the soil several inches down.]
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[And that's precisely when the fireworks start.]
[It's not a slow burn. It's a sudden explosion of orange light, burning to white in the center with intensity. The sort of fire best left to, fittingly, cremations and metal-smithing. The metal of the coaster overhead groans, wood starting to blister.]
[The grass catches fire around her. In a perfect circle. Probably on purpose -- it burns in an instant, hot enough to scorch the soil several inches down.]