[As Steph settles down, Davesprite follows, slipping off the desk to sit a space away from her and the fire-to-be. He'd rather not get his feathers singed. He can't resist holding his hands up closer once the fire gets going more properly, though. It's fucking cold in this town.]
[He considers a moment, then intones:]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we burn this book to prevent jizz crust.
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[He considers a moment, then intones:]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we burn this book to prevent jizz crust.