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"Then I will simply have to do as I said I would... take one day at a time. Hopefully it will be enough. No doubt he'll blame me when I go. I just pray he is strong enough to weather it when I do."

Bez eyes the pan in disgust. "Who's idea was it to fry potatoes without enough oil?"

He scrapes at it a bit then puts it aside to sit with a bit of soapy water in it. "I will need some salt and sand to scour it right. Then we will have to season it once more." he grumbles irritably. Sitting down at the table, he watches Kero cook. "What's for dinner... and don't say food. I get that enough from Hopian. That brother of yours is a regular fire cracker with his come backs."

"That will make Puss and Kitten happy. She sure loves her fish, doesn't she. And Puss will never turn down fish scraps. What him to do something, bribe him with a bit of trout... works every time." laughs Beztrying to examine his shoulder. "You did a pretty good job on it in there. Still hurts like hell, but I can tell the difference between the heat of infection and the heat of pain. It should heal faster now."

Bez looks thoughtfully at a point somewhere across his head then smiles mischieviously. "Don't worry... won't tell, but I suspect Ai already knows. If Mica is any good as an instructor, he wouldn't have kept such knowledge from him. Fire mages, like many of the elemental mage bents, have a few troublesome quirks... like hasty tempers, tendencies to strike out at their dreams and setting their pillows afire... ye know... that sort of thing. Every school, including mine, has it's upside and it's down. With mine, ye got to duck flying objects.... or screaming in yer head.... I'd rather duck objects... the screaming in the head hurts, ye know."

"And I haven't screamed in Ai's head for eons... or sent a brush after him either... still it is good for the care givers to know these things, or else who knows what could happen... a water mage could fetch himself a glass of water in the dark, still caught up in a half drem state and wind up with the entire well on his or her head... you could be cold and merely wish to be warmer... So I doubt Mica kept that bit of knowledge to himself. He might not have told him everything, but I am sure he told him that much." laughs Bez.

He fingers the bandages he brought in with him and notices he's forgotten the jar of salve that Ai had wanted him to use. "That stuff any good? Did ye read the label? Billy Bob's Elixir of Fine Tuning? What kind of name is that?"

Suddenly the kitchen is full of flying objects, none overly large or dangerous, all of which miss the two at the table but come awfully close to braining Hopian as he walks in.

"What the heck?" he cries diving for the floor.

Everything clatters to the floor as Bez looks sheepishly at Kero. "Sent a brush after him.... yeah... plus a few other things..."

"Didn't do it on purpose..." says Bez with a twisted grin. "and my kinetic ability is rather low unless I'm upset, so you are probably safe. Ye okay, Sparky? I didn't beam ye one did I?"