Him: Let me make you lunch.
Me: ... okay
15 minutes later
*FOOM*
Him: (in a tiny, tiny voice) "ooh dear"
Me:... that was an actual ball of fire.
Him: I think I'm ok.
Me: an actual BALL of fire.
Him: are my eyebrows still on? My arm hairs are a bit singed.
Me: A FIRE BALL!!!!! That was so cooL!! (yes. your eyebrows are fine).
Him: oh good.
Me: Those are scorch marks. On the ceiling.
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