[ it's hard not to appreciate the attempt at biting comedy given the otherwise seemingly dire circumstances, and he offers a wry smile to match it. ]

Yeah, that'd just be too convenient it, wouldn't it?

[ he hums, rolling his head to the side in concern as the fire forms and spreads but never catch. Definitely seems like a kind of magic, whatever it is. eliot isn't really sure how well he can hold his own against whatever is about to force its way out, but maybe the mirror can against protect him and this will all just be something to laugh about in half an hour.

ah, if only things were ever so simple. ]

Well. You know what they say, Robbie. You show me yours, I'll show you mine.