Aurora plays with the patterns of each new layer of burning. After she runs out of clever ideas for mere patterns, the new layers are sharp instead of hot. Then twisting. Then - paradoxically, but not impossibly, with this spell - cold.

She might run out of ideas for flavors to add before they get up to ten-pointed coins. But she can always go back and add more of previous choices.

She paints, she pours, she holds him.