Yet being the word of choice here, Grams. There's always time.
[ He snorts in the back of his throat. ]
Yes 'scuse me for not wanting to potentially set my hand on fire. I like my hand. Attached to it. Literally.
[ He puts the broom down, resuming his idle slouching. ]
I mean, the fae aren't exactly known for common sense, right? They just lash out like pissy teenage cheerleaders playing at Regina George most of the time. And if you do set fire to their stuff? Bet you anything they'll make that a you problem. Probably end up owing them a blood debt or something.
no subject
[ He snorts in the back of his throat. ]
Yes 'scuse me for not wanting to potentially set my hand on fire. I like my hand. Attached to it. Literally.
[ He puts the broom down, resuming his idle slouching. ]
I mean, the fae aren't exactly known for common sense, right? They just lash out like pissy teenage cheerleaders playing at Regina George most of the time. And if you do set fire to their stuff? Bet you anything they'll make that a you problem. Probably end up owing them a blood debt or something.