Trephine snaps her fingers and a violet flame flickers from the end of her thumb. She lights Fleetwood's pipe, lets him take a few puffs until she knows it is lit, then blows her finger out with a wink.
She watches gouts of flame grow and recede, smiling in bubbly joy.
She looks at the dusty beams and wonders if they're coated with pitch.
There's a promising curtain starting to smoke and she gets giddier.
"I wonder if the people upstairs are getting hot feet yet."
She claps her hands.
"Maybe they'll leave their things behind! Oh, this just keeps getting better."
She watches gouts of flame grow and recede, smiling in bubbly joy.
She looks at the dusty beams and wonders if they're coated with pitch.
There's a promising curtain starting to smoke and she gets giddier.
"I wonder if the people upstairs are getting hot feet yet."
She claps her hands.
"Maybe they'll leave their things behind! Oh, this just keeps getting better."