[Fai's uncle (or Feliks's idea of him) laughs, sounding downright warm and gracious about it.]
Oh, but miss Isley, had you not noticed.
The floor is lava.
[And... apparently so it is! They're still at the dinner table, but that dinner table is on a floating island of stone in the middle of a sea of lava.]
Though perhaps that wouldn't be such a problem for our companion, were he to take a hint and leave.
[Feliks opens his mouth, but only a small noise of frustration makes it out. What the Hell, uncle guy?]
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Oh, but miss Isley, had you not noticed.
The floor is lava.
[And... apparently so it is! They're still at the dinner table, but that dinner table is on a floating island of stone in the middle of a sea of lava.]
Though perhaps that wouldn't be such a problem for our companion, were he to take a hint and leave.
[Feliks opens his mouth, but only a small noise of frustration makes it out. What the Hell, uncle guy?]