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[Firo is in Ammy’s garden with several dozen old iron lanterns of various sizes, shapes and designs. He’s going from flower patch to flower patch, fern to fern, nestling the lanterns in amongst the plants and lighting each one as he goes. By the time he’s done, he’s got about a twenty-foot area with half-hidden lanterns glowing midst the flora, the little electric butterflies hovering over them. He steps back and gives his work an appraising look, then grins.]

Well. Not bad, anyhow.