Now he knew why the statue was sticky. James' fingers flexed, as if he was flashing back to that unexpected tactile experience and wanted to wash his hands.
Adopting a responsible tone, as of parent speaking to teenager, he told her, "Shimmer...There's a lot of good reasons not to set a fire on the roof of my store." Then he leaned closer to add, "That said, if I was going to burn something in mass, it wouldn't be the incense. It'd be the dried weeds from upstairs. An entire city block tripping balls." The magic user's eyes shifted to the side. "Damn. I just ruined a good idea."