((People keep saying "the kitchen", but I thought each apartment had its own kitchen because... apartments.
))
Geoff's apartment was covered in burnt wads of paper. Geoff, oblivious to what was going on outside at the moment, per usual, continued lighting more and more with his spell. He brought all his old (and terrible) story journals when he moved out to avoid anyone reading them, which meant he had plenty of fuel for his fire.
He tossed strips of papers into the air.
"
FYOH!"
They all burnt up. He was ecstatic. And exhausted.
The next batch of papers caught on fire, but not as dramatically as before. The ones after that didn't even ignite.
Geoff slowly let himself fall to the ground along with the papers. It felt like he ran for miles. He was overdoing it, for sure, but it was too much fun...