[ like fingering halos? With a quick tucking of her hair behind her ear, Reki leans in -- there was something comforting about the scent of burnt phosphorus and wood that lighters don't have. ] Thank you.
[ She then takes a much needed drag before speaking again. ] If it wasn't Frederick, I actually have an excuse to call you -- your painting's finished. I just had to clean it up over the messy move.