[Lupin is a habitual smoker and has survived through hundred-story falls and collapsing skyscrapers--a little fire caused by airborn sucrose caught aflame is not going to kill him. He doesn't die easily.
Instead, he's grinning in delight as he opens the door. The inferno is mostly contained...but the smoke is evident, and the man himself is covered in soot. Only his jacket is unharmed, because he had the sense to throw it onto the zebra-print sofa in the middle of the living room.]
Obi! Hey!
...You don't have a fire extinguisher on you, do you?
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Instead, he's grinning in delight as he opens the door. The inferno is mostly contained...but the smoke is evident, and the man himself is covered in soot. Only his jacket is unharmed, because he had the sense to throw it onto the zebra-print sofa in the middle of the living room.]
Obi! Hey!
...You don't have a fire extinguisher on you, do you?