Stop it, (she says hoarsely, but she's starting to laugh too, albeit in a kind of horrible, wheezy way. The smoke is still lining her throat; she really needs that glass of water! Eventually she just ends up coughing for a while, and giving Lup a playful shove in lieu of any further mirth.)

It's not my fault I haven't seen how real fire spreads in– however many cycles!

(Only Lup's fire, which always explodes bright and harmless whenever near her, smouldering deep into whichever hapless creature she had cast it upon. Lucretia loves to watch her cast magic. She can always do so much more than the spells permit some how, like she's forcing extra energy into them with the sheer force of her passion.)

You're right about one of the most brilliant minds across the planar system though, I'll let you have that one.