[ He observes this behavior, feeling only mildly concerned, and then reads. Huh. ]
An inoffensive enough goal, [ he says, voice wry. Something wriggles in the kitchen, and it gets zapped with a very well-aimed lance of fire for its trouble; burned mistletoe is starting to become a notable addition to the atmosphere. He uses a spell to suck oxygen away from the area he's been blasting, preventing any remaining cinders from causing problems, before hitting the panel on the outside of the kitchen to force the doors closed. ] Do you have any allergies?
[ .. To plants. Severus is already conjuring a hand towel and a small pot of salve from where he keeps it in his laboratory. Initial fluster over what the fuck over, he is very calm. He will address cake in a moment, perhaps, but prefers to deal with bleeding faces - however minor - first. ]
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An inoffensive enough goal, [ he says, voice wry. Something wriggles in the kitchen, and it gets zapped with a very well-aimed lance of fire for its trouble; burned mistletoe is starting to become a notable addition to the atmosphere. He uses a spell to suck oxygen away from the area he's been blasting, preventing any remaining cinders from causing problems, before hitting the panel on the outside of the kitchen to force the doors closed. ] Do you have any allergies?
[ .. To plants. Severus is already conjuring a hand towel and a small pot of salve from where he keeps it in his laboratory. Initial fluster over what the fuck over, he is very calm. He will address cake in a moment, perhaps, but prefers to deal with bleeding faces - however minor - first. ]