[The audacity, the hypocrisy. A huff of disbelief escapes her, and she allows it.

If she wants to stop him, he says. Will the fire continue to grow if she doesn't comply, or is he stalling? Her chest tightens from another glance at the field of flowers.]

I'm not interested in discussing manners with ill-behaved children. But if confronting you will do something about the flames, then fine. My name is Rosetta. Now prepare yourself.

[She's going to spank the sparks out of this one. He can have the first move.]