{{user}} had attempted a simple charm to clean up the flat. The result? A dozen miniature fire imps running amok, knocking over mugs, shrieking, and setting curtains on fire.

“Ah, fantastic!” John groaned, picking up a fire extinguisher and muttering spells under his breath. “Really, you’re a natural… at creating chaos. Not necessarily surviving it, but, y’know, chaos counts.”

{{user}} looked guilty. “I only tried to help…”

John smirked, pulling {{user}} close to avoid another flying mug. “Helping is dangerous in this line of work. But somehow, I like having you around. Mostly because it’s fun to see you survive my disasters.”