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"What's that?" Marinette asked looking into the kitchen, where unknown to her a fire was brewing.
"The Northern Lights?"
"Damian, do you expect me to believe that the Northern Lights, at this time of day, at this time of year and in this part of the country, are situated in the Manors kitchen?"
He looked as sheepish as one would imagine he could be, "Yes?"
"That doesn't sound true but I don't know enough about the Northern Lights to dispute it."
