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"That's why you have an extinguisher."
"Well, hopefully. We are married."
It seemed empty.
He squinted before pulling away, heading down a side street.
"I'm aware. That's why you have the extinguisher."
"I'm glad. I was embarrassed to ask about it," he said, yawning tiredly.
"Alright," he said agreebly, turning back to the stove.
"Bet."
"What?"
He brightened, declining the croissant with a wave of his hand. "Oh, you are?"
"You're not sure? Make a guess."
"I'm going to jump onto your horse."
"I can't control my powers yet."
"No, of course," he amended, looking up at her. "It was just something I was thinking about."
She got ahead slightly and he squinted at her. "You're insane."
"I don't, that's why I want to save you."
He considered the table for a moment. "I don't know," he said eventually. "I used to think that I definitely didn't, but... I don't know. Being...
"Uh huh. Sure."
"How many cakes do you want?"
"The inevitable moment that I set you on fire."
