Okay, I’m going to be brutally honest with you, Twilight Sparkle.
I can’t not burn things when I see them. Call it a way of life, call it an addiction, whatever. It’s a fact that I’m hardwired to burn things. I can’t just turn it off.
But… I can’t spend another day cooped up in this tiny room.
I know you must have… some very strong feelings about my burning your library, so I’m willing to never, ever go in there again, but if I do somehow end up in the middle of a giant pile of extremely flammable books, thatch, or crude oil, all bets are off; I can make no promises.
That’s… that’s what I’ve got. That’s all I can offer. Sorry if you were expecting more.
Can you work with it? Please?
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That's really adorable, in a 'I know I shouldn't, but one jerrycan couldn't hurt. Right?' kind of way.
Made me think of a funny image, emerald in a bar with some of his "friends" pouring lamp oil in a shot glass. Doesn'treally work because alcohol is already flammable, but made me chuckle anyway.
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I'll be sure to pass it along if the author of Sunset's Isekai ever wants a crossover. Maybe Emerald just prefers the consistency.
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It works. Alcohol burns quick, no satisfaction, lamp oil has a slow burn, much nicer. Pyros perfer something they can watch burn for a long time
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Oh, hey! good to know!