When Amelia fell into the motions of spell-casting, Al figured it would be best to stay out the way. She must know some magic to put the fire out easi--

Wait, aqua?!

"Amelia!" Al grabbed her--a bit rougher than he'd have liked, considering his haste--and did his best to shove her back behind him. Chances were he could handle being burned a lot better than she could.

Predictably, the fire exploded over the stove and the surrounding area the instant the water hit. For a moment, nearly half the kitchen seemed to be engulfed in deadly flames. The worst of the flare-up was short-lived, but nonetheless dangerous and destructive--smaller fires had taken hold in several places, and would obviously continue to spread if Al and Amelia weren't able to act fast.

"Are you okay?" Al asked, slowly lowering the arm he'd been using to shield his face.