"Great!" she yells, slamming one foot down to whirl around and face him. "Fine! Thanks for being so HELPFUL!"

As she spits out the final word, the stilling tongues of fire atop the nearby candles abruptly jet upward into tall, thin pillars of fire that nearly tickle the ceiling. Torches explode into roaring conflagrations with a whoosh of flame, and the magnificent, ornately wrought fireplace belches out a gout of bright orange flame that scorches away a good chunk of the surrounding carpeting.

Apparently unconcerned with the consequences of her small tantrum, Ruby trains the horned man with a furious glare.