Wait, can skulls even bleed?
You know about these, right?
The amygdala has an especially tantalizing scent when singed.
Wild blueberries make me all giddy for summer. Picking them off the bush when they're warmed by the sun, it's almost impossible to not eat them all and have some left over for cake.
I'm changing my "lose weight" resolution to "eat ice cream for breakfast with a candle and sprinkles every day" promise. Shouldn't I do what makes me happy?
I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!
Though usually the flame goes under the cauldron, I'm not gonna complain. I'm gonna pretend I'm Severus Snape and yell at my imaginary students.