"I know," she said softly and stood back with a thoughtful expression, brows furrowed as she went over her options. "A spell would be lovely," she murmured before moving around the table to inspect a diagram from the other side. "I don't want to bother them." As she moved, she whacked her knee unceremoniously against the heavy oak table and yelped. She grabbed for her knee with a sour expression, little flames licking from her palms and singing the entire knee out of her jeans. "You have to be kidding me," she muttered and patted the fire out with a sigh.