[ unfortunately, hard won lessons are hard won because of stubbornness— she'll still be handing out food after this, and playing stupid games."i breathe fire on the regular" gets aerith to raise her brows, curiosity painting her expression. ]

You "felt what was going on in there"...?

[ she opens her mouth to continue speaking, but there's a cry over to the north, where a booth selling candied apples is looking particularly red at the moment. flames are dancing up the side, catching quickly as a gaggle of people flee the area, cries echoing through the night. she looks back to the pink-haired girl for a moment before shutting her mouth closed, and whipping her head back, braid bouncing as she breaks into a sprint. ]

Guess it wasn't me who had to be worried about getting fried! [ ugh. and just when the night was going so well, too. ] Can you just make fire...?

[ please say you can freeze it or something too, nimona. ]