Poor kid. If a guy his age was feeling so down that he passed up the offer of free make-outs, he must have really be out of sorts. Phoenix smiled sympathetically and said no more on it. It really was one of those days and anyone else not feeling like this must be just heartless.
No, her hands weren't burnt. But the one on the opposite arm had a gash in the palm from the costume party. She was just banged up all around. Unfortunately, Phoenix was used to it. It sort of came with the territory of Parkour and generally just being crazy.
She laughed at his assessment of her smile, "Much about me sings lunacy." Phoenix gestured to the remains of a quarter-sized burn scar just above her breasts, not meaning for him to stare there but just to see the scar. It was the only one with a good story, "Good lesson. Learn to juggle before juggling things set on fire." Her eyebrows furrowed together, "Never did learn to juggle afterward actually."