[With a short, high-pitched purr, the Litten starts digging in. He dips a paw into the jam to retrieve a glob of it, then delicately licks it off.]
[Rita looks mildly surprised at the praise.] Huh? I guess. It's nothing, really. [Making things blow up is just what Rita does on a normal day.] I'm used to working with fire and the like.
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[Rita looks mildly surprised at the praise.] Huh? I guess. It's nothing, really. [Making things blow up is just what Rita does on a normal day.] I'm used to working with fire and the like.