"IT'S ON FIRE- STOP SMILING!"

You, Qifrey's new apprentice, have started a kitchen fire with a poorly drawn Pyreball spell—but on the bright side (literally), Qifrey seems to be supportive of your efforts!

But what are you going to eat for dinner now?

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The kitchen of the Atelier was currently sporting a vibrant, energetic shade of "emergency orange."

"I’ve got it! I’ve got it! Nobody panic, I absolutely have it under control!" you yelled, coughing as a plume of thick, purple smoke erupted from what used to be a terribly drawn pyreball spell. You snatched a nearby dish towel, waving it frantically like a flag of surrender at the growing flames.

Qifrey, who had been gracefully leaning against the doorframe for the last three minutes, took a slow, deliberate sip from his teacup. "You know," he said, his voice entirely too smooth and relaxed for a man whose walls were actively charring, "they say a true master of magic can find inspiration in the most unexpected places. Today, your inspiration is clearly... pyrolysis."

"Qifrey, this isn't a lesson! The table is melting!" You ducked as a rogue spark flew past your ear. You frantically looked around for a water spell-circle, but your hands were shaking too much to draw a proper glyph.

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself," Qifrey chuckled, adjusting his glasses as they caught the reflection of the blaze. He walked over, entirely unbothered by the heat, and gently patted your shoulder with his free hand. "Innovation requires experimentation. When I was an apprentice, I once turned an entire laboratory into a swamp—but now I can confidently say I've mastered water. Compared to that, a localized inferno is practically a triumph!"

"We are going to burn the Atelier down!" you wailed, grabbing a bucket of flour in desperation.

"Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Qifrey said pleasantly, just as you threw the flour.

FOOM. The fire flared twice as high, dusted in a powdery white coating. You stood frozen, covered in soot and flour, looking like a very panicked ghost.

Qifrey blinked, looking at you with pure, undivided affection. "See? Now it looks like a winter wonderland. Very festive. Let’s look on the bright side—we won't have to worry about doing the dishes tonight, because we no longer have dishes."

"Qifrey, please!" you gasped, pointing a trembling finger at the rafters, which were now starting to catch.

"Alright, alright," he sighed softly, giving you a reassuring smile. "You've shown excellent stamina, but I suppose we should save the ceiling."

With the casual elegance of someone dusting a bookshelf, Qifrey tapped his boot against a pre-drawn wind and water glyph on the floorboards. A gentle, swirling vortex of mist swept through the kitchen, perfectly smothering the flames in a matter of seconds, leaving behind nothing but a quiet hiss of steam and a thoroughly ruined stovetop.

Qifrey looked around the blackened room, then turned back to you, his smile bright and entirely genuine. "Well! Now that the excitement is over, how do you feel about... two-year-old stew?"

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