"I am," I admit, because the longer we know one another, the more obvious it will be. There'd be no point in hiding it even if I wanted to. "I'm just crap at controlling it. I could heat a pie though," I say, smiling again for his enthusiasm. "Any mage could with some like it hot." I say the words carefully without magic.

"We could try it sometime. But on a pie you're not sure about first, just in case I catch it on fire. I'd feel bad if I wrecked one you worked hard on."