'I accept your superior expertise on the matter' she laughed, and her lips pursed, eyes narrowing conspiratorially, shooting off to either side. Chris looked around her, to ensure that no one was paying any particular attention to them or their conversation. Matching his mischievous mien with her own. 'Probably best not to burn the Mayhews drawing room curtains,' she said with a mirthful laugh and jerked her had towards the veranda. With the spirits flowing the veranda was unoccupied, as none of the current party were inclined to move away from the centre of the festivities.

She headed through the doors and out into the pleasant coolness of the evening, the change of scenery was preferable for a number of reasons, not least of which being she was no longer in ear shot of the continuing conversation on the best modiste for summer stockings, but the summer breeze she had been enjoying by the window was to be experienced to best effect now actually out of doors. She had been assuming that he would follow her.

'I think if one of us is going to actually attempt to cast it, it might better be me,' she stated matter of factly, 'as only one of us is likely to let the other burn to death - albeit accidentily.' she added quickly, lest he think her a sociopath. 'and to be a clear, I hope the person who could save someone from firey death - is you.' she flashed a purposefully puckish smile, but did actually rather hope he was as good as his job as she was rather hoping he was.

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