Miguel knocked the drink back and set the glass down. After a moment of hesitation, he debated how he felt, how it tasted before grinning at Peter. "That's really good, it's really--" Smoke started to come from his mouth and quick thinking, Peter turned Miguel's head to the other side and purposefully aimed him in the direction of James Jesse's bed. That throw he used was the ugliest combination of colours, who cared if it got damaged?

Miguel spluttered, coughed and then out came a sharp burst of fire that didn't quite reach the bed but was impressive none the less. "Hot!" Miguel cleared his throat and meekly added. "Ow."

"Huh. Not big enough. Needs more fireroot. Dunno where the bloody hell I'm gonna get that though." Hmm. Maybe he needed another potions lab raid.