"I have no earthly idea." Methos bends his head and examines the creature curled up lazily on his palm. It's glowing with heat, and little bitty red flames curl around its toes. "It makes no sense."
"It's so cute," says Janet, peering at the salamander. "I think we need a mascot. But what does it eat?" She goes back to the Collections Desk to look up salamanders, or magical creatures, or something useful. "And will it grow any bigger?"
"I have no idea what it eats. It didn't seem to be chewing on paper, just singeing it. As for size... he looks fully-grown for a normal salamander... but, not normal here."
"No cigarettes for you," Methos says automatically. "Even if little Sally Mander here is the best cigarette lighter in existance. And I don't know. I think she's a little too... red to be Professor Gandalf. Maybe she ate him?"
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