"The smell would be awful." Piotr's face mimicked that thought, scrunching in displeasure as his hand moved for his root beer, taking a sip from it. The sweet flavor washed the expression away, his tongue clicking lightly against the roof of his mouth in satisfaction. Aaaah, tasty. "Hopefully they wouldn't run into things we don't want on fire."
He gestured his head toward the tv screen as it showed Philip, his face thoughtful, as if he were picking his brain trying to remember something. "that's the man from the movies with the vampires, right? Where they fight the werewolves?" He'd seen the first one, and knew there were others, but couldn't think of the title for the moment. The first had been fun in a popcorn munching sort of way, but he wasn't sure if he'd feel like watching it again.