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Gabe goes back into the shop, “Hey, Miki, could you come give us a hand for a second?”
She cocks her head, but follows him into the kitchen, “Me? W-what can I do?”
Casey kneels by the oven, carefully placing each word as she explains, “Well, it turns out that when you lit the oven with your fire breath, you did more than just wake up Mr. Raithe here. He says that it also, well...” She bobs her head, trying to figure out a delicate way to phrase things and, finding none, shrugs. “He says it turned him on.”
There’s an embarrassed groan from the firebox and a pulse of hot air sizzles the kitchen. Casey backs away from the oven in a hurry, “Sir, we’re only trying to help!”
Miki squeaks, “Oh Fates! I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry Mr... Raithe, was it? Is there any way I can help?”
Kol clears his throat, “Well, we were thinking that, maybe, if you did it again, it might... help him along...”
Realization dawns on the baker’s face and a blush spreads on her cheeks. “You mean, you want me to...?” She clutches at her apron nervously, before taking a deep breath and squares her shoulders. “I’ll do my best!”
Casey leans towards the firebox door, itself glowing cherry red with embarrassment. “Would that be okay, Raithe?”
“If- if she’s okay with it... I’d like to try...” comes the response.
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