I think I'm gonna have a situationfather-in-law

The... IMPLYING sort. You know what I mean.

You-
I-

I think that has implications.

...In his defense he thought the door was closed.

He takes it and gets to work, though, careful to avoid the oven mitt, maintaining the same temperature as he works.

This is the strangest training montage...

until he's doesn't have a good idea of how hot he's burning.

He opens his eyes and scrapes at a burnt-on patch of batter with his fingernail. He's rewarded with a thumb covered in ash. His eyes turn to her, full of light, and he gives her a thumbs-up with a grin.)

No, no, I've got this. No fire.

(Instead, he gathers light, and remembering how he controlled the column of flames months ago, he channels the focus and delicate hand that required.

Bit by bit, he begins to exude heat. Brighter and brighter he begins to glow with the energy he releases,

Well, I didn't exactly bring a phone in here. I figured you had a manual.

(Okay. That seems pretty simple, and he can start small, with little fires and-

wait.)

...How hot is fire? I'm so sorry.

After, definitely. I think I burn a lot up while I use my powers. No pun intended.

(He clambers in, but it's a tighter fit than she managed.)

So... what's this thing's heat tolerance? (It has occurred to him he doesn't know how hot he actually runs, or if he can manage that sort of control...)

I know my worth.

Three cookies. One has to be that cinnamon one that looks like a sugar cookie.

||arlo: you look thousands of years old!
tishk: what
arlo: what's for dinner anyway

|| DSLKFJD i thought you were doing a bit. GO TO SLEEP