*sits on a bench and plucks the petals off a rose, then sets fire to them one by one, watching them drift to the ground* *giggles a bit and repeats the process with another*
No harm done, though. I've not exactly kicked over a lantern and burnt Ophara to the ground. *snaps the lighter closed, slipping it into a pocket of his jacket, and hands Tegan the remaining rose with a flourish* There you are. *charming smile* *looks at her for a moment, furrowing his brow in concentration* Right, Australian, short hair, short skirts, travelled with all those irritating boys...oh, bugger, why am I rubbish with names...Tegan! That's it! *grins proudly* Am I right? Of course I'm right.
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