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"Mr. Mayor!" Bdubs said, artificially bright tone quickly falling into concern. "You're. Smoking?"
"Why, thank you," Scar said, quickly patting out a smoldering patch on his jacket sleeve. "Bdubs, I have had a terrible day! You would not believe what I've been through."
"I did happen to see your very illustrious death loop in chat," Bdubs agreed. "Were you in the Nether?"
Scar shook his head, pulling off his hat and examining it critically for damage. The rim was smoking slightly. "Would you believe, those rot rats spawn-trapped me! In my own home! Lava and all! Bdubs, we're really going to need to step up our efforts to stomp them out."
"Terrible! Unbelievable!" Bdubs concurred vehemently. "Of course, we'll redouble our efforts to track them down." He paused. "Uh, your mayorship-"
"Yes?"
"Your hat is on fire."
Scar yelped and dropped the hat, now very much engulfed in flames, and quickly stomped it out, hastily brushing burning scraps of fabric off his hands. "Oh, gosh! How did that happen?"
"Are you alright? Do you need a water bucket, or... bandages? Regen?" Bdubs asked quickly, fumbling in his inventory.
Scar was examining his fingers intently. "I... think I'm fine? Didn't even notice the heat, so I don't think it got me at all. That's lucky!"
"...Yeah," Bdubs agreed slowly, frowning. "Lucky."
Scar patted him on the back, and Bdubs jolted slightly- his hand was very warm, even through his suit. "Jeez, Bdubs, don't sound so glum about it! Now, let's talk about what we're going to do to burn out those mycelium menaces, shall we?"