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Clouds of steam are pouring out from under the bathroom door, accompanied by rather worrisome glurgling sounds.
"He's using a lot of hot water," Calcifer crackles to Sophie, little flames darting up around the edges of the pan of bacon-and-eggs she's currently holding over his head. "I think he's tinting his hair. For a plain man with mud-colored hair, he's terribly vain about his looks."
"Oh, shut up!" Sophie snaps. "I put everything back where I found it." All the same, she can't stop herself from darting worried looks at the bathroom every few moments, to the point where she ruins one pan of bacon and eggs, and has to start another.
It isn't her fault if the packets labelled 'Hair' and 'Eyes' could very easily be pieces of chopped-up girl.
"He's using a lot of hot water," Calcifer crackles to Sophie, little flames darting up around the edges of the pan of bacon-and-eggs she's currently holding over his head. "I think he's tinting his hair. For a plain man with mud-colored hair, he's terribly vain about his looks."
"Oh, shut up!" Sophie snaps. "I put everything back where I found it." All the same, she can't stop herself from darting worried looks at the bathroom every few moments, to the point where she ruins one pan of bacon and eggs, and has to start another.
It isn't her fault if the packets labelled 'Hair' and 'Eyes' could very easily be pieces of chopped-up girl.