[ good news: the fire is not a grease fire, and it is also small. Shoving the blanket in the sink and dousing it with water seems to smother it fairly quickly. Once that's over with, he lets out a long, exasperated sigh, rubbing at his eyes tiredly...
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... but the fun isn't over yet, apparently. ]
Wait, what? What did you say?
[ hopping over to Dickson's bedside, himself. ]
Dammit!