She had a point there. But he was also twice as old, and so he'd had the time to figure out how to turn things on and off at will. For the most part. It was sixteen extra years of practice. Just lucky that he'd been born first.
"He'll get over it. I'll find a contained place for you to set things on fire. I'm sure there are some condemned buildings somewhere around here." Maybe. Or he'd have to buy something on the cheap and fire proof it. The school was probably not the best place for her to practice fire things. They tried, he was sure, but it was a tricky business. "Knowing how to use it is probably the first step in controlling it." He agreed.
Once outside, he lit up a cigarette--no lighter required. "Left. It's like, three doors down. You won't miss it."