She nods. "Half elemental, half dark elf. He doesn't always go up in flames, unless he's emotional about something. His girls are firebugs, too." And then she just smiles merrily at him. "The house, Irie Nithanquiat, the one here in Sanctuary, is actually living. It doesn't need asbestos. The plants, on the other hand, tend to live in mortal fear."