<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"I have an idea."</span><br/><br/>He turned to the angels, or whatever they were and offered them a quirk of a smile. He grin cheerful.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"You two get ready to move when you see the smoke."</span><br/><br/>His statement might have been enigmatic except he took Penelope's hand and drew her away from where they had been resting in disgruntlement. He made a round of some of the shops and used some of the coins he had gotten from their only quest to buy a few bottles of lamp oil. He was humming to himself as he walked with Penelope around the auction house. There were some beautiful decorative trees near the building and he slipped a bottle of lamp oil at the base of each of them. Then he peeled a long strip of fabric off the underside of his tunic to make rags stuffed into the mouth.<br/><br/>The hung a foot or two as a sort of fuse once the oil started to soak in and he looked at her with a grin. His voice quiet as he leaned into her ear.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Don't suppose you have a small fire lighting spell to light these? My hope is we can walk away and when they burst and the trees start burning we won't be anywhere near them to get blamed."</span><br/><br/>He had a perfectly reasonable cover for their place beneath the trees. His hands roamed her delicate chest and his mouth devoured hers as he took his time to make out with her. He also made out with her in several completely unrelated locations. Just so if they were asked why they sat on a bench near the auction house they could say honestly they were waiting, and spending time with each other.