"You realize, of course, that now that you've put the idea into my head, I'm going to be daydreaming all day about throwing marshmellows at people," Faith said. "And then, when I do give in, I'm going to be flamethrowered."
Duce grins and points out, "Not if you don't do it in study hall. She only promised flameage for zombies. Speaking of flameage, did you know these innocent little candies become flying, clinging bits of napalm when lit and thrown?" Her eyebrows appear over her glasses as she takes a studied form of innocence, "Or so we read in a science magazine once."
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