#awarmfire

[themageandthemisanthrope]

"I hate you."

Elspeth let out a hearty chuckle. “My goodness Trygve, even the wee talking fire doesn’t like you. What did you do this time?”

“How should I know? I can’t think of anything that would offend a small talking fire, much less anything I’ve done of late.”

“Maybe you should find out.”

“Excuse me, um, Sir?--

“Did you just call the small fire Sir?”

Trygve ignores her and continues talking to the fire. “If I’ve done something to offend you, I apologize.”