I've been trying. Don't have FP's kinda fire juice, but I can usually... [She stares up, focused, tense--a few wisps of fire like candlelight flicker a few inches from the mistletoe and she tries to get them to spread to the target, but can't get any closer before they fizzle out. Marceline gasps, leaning back against the forcefield.]
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Ughhh. Nope. [Grod, that was pathetic.]