His hairs, began to bristle as Emile spoke to him like a child. This urked him to no avail, yes Emile was barely older then them both, but he had the best type advantage over them both. The ground where Chris now stood frozen, he knew for a lack of better terms, that he had to cool down. Inhaling deeply, Chris ran off to where Memy was, he could smell the bacon, forgetting that he was mad at that moment, Chris came flying out of the bushes. "Bacon, aw my gosh I love bacon" Chris said happily, as he sat down, away from the fire. Memy the only one who cold really over all handle to flames.