[ Orpheus nods, solemnly. ]

Just in case. I know it's dangerous to burn stuff inside, but if this really is as bad as it looks, we can't have it in here.

[ He'll step over the ring of junk he's lined up on the floor, setting the cup of coffee down on a table and heading into the kitchen, where he'll light the stove and very carefully hold he notebook over it by its corner. Here goes nothing! ]