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It's on fire, Giselle, WHY IS YOUR GIFT ON FIRE?

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[By this point of course, the oven is already on the floor and having the last of its flames beaten off it by Morgan. She can't throw water on it; all she keeps in the room is rum. She looks up, genuinely alarmed to see someone bursting in so soon]

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[Morgan looks from Giselle, to the mess on the floor, to the small charred black spot on her desk here it had been sitting before, and she sighs, holding a hand to her head in embarrassment.]

I'm used to using a real oven.

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And it probably would have been. [She tries to smile but it fails where it stands.] I'm just not very good at these things. This is why ships have cooks where I come from.

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I'll just put in the request later. [She kneels to clean up what's left of the oven] Thank you for coming, Giselle.

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I think the crisis here is over. [She stands, dusting off her hands.] Let me help you with those though.

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It...was just a small fire. I'm not very good at baking anyway. Rube's shown me how to do a few things on the stove, but no desserts or anything.

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[She blinks in surprise.] Uhm, sure. If you want to. I've got time. [She picks up the leftover buckets.]

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[She shrugs. It's not like she has any idea where the woman's birds got water.] I figure we could just dump them out in the kitchen.

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Oh. [She blinked] Don't spend much time paying attention to calendars, really. 1692, I think, was when I came here.

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Yeah, that's pretty far ahead of me. [She wants to scratch an itch on the back of her neck, but her hands are full.]