[ This can be somebody else's problem. Orpheus hurries out of the line of fire, slicking his wet hair back out of his eyes and trying to shake himself off as best he can. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't know that would happen? But at least the book is destroyed.

[ He holds out the stock pot so the other boy can see. It's pretty well soot soup, at this point. ]

I'm Orpheus, by the way. It's nice to meet you.