Clarence chuckled, nervous. “No, see, that’s the thing. It looks like fire but it’s not. I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t burn stuff. Or I haven’t seen it do that yet.”

He waves a hand before taking a bite of his rolled meal. “A hose? Try a, well, I’ve seen it affect someone before in a memory but it could have just surprised them. I think it would need more monitoring than that....”

But now that he thinks about it, having someone around to help him practice would be a good idea. Maybe help document stuff in writing, and suggest ideas when Clarence is at a loss. Hmmm. He gave Wei Wuxian another quick glance. “... are you serious about the practicing thing though?”