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"C'mon, Var!"

"Where are you dragging me?" demanded Varin, leaning back against Ziggy's grip on his wrist. She sighed and stopped on the stairs, frowning down at him.

"We're going up to the roof, if you hadn't noticed. Since, y'know, the stairs are going up?"

"Why?"

Ziggy rolled her eyes and replied, "There's something I want to show you, moron. Why else would I be dragging you up to the roof?"

"As you've told me many times before, people are strange. And you're the strangest of them."

"I'm stranger than the guy married to a goat?"

Varin pointed out, "You eat peanut butter and tuna sandwiches. Plus there's no logical reason for you to have the nickname Ziggy when nothing about you zigs. Or zags, for that matter!"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"And that makes me weirder than the guy married to the goat?" she asked again, eyes narrowed.

"Yes," confirmed Varin.

Ziggy stared at him for a moment then shook her head. "If you think I'm weirder than that guy, you're stranger than me, Var."

"Am not!"

"So not getting into that with you. Now will you come on?! If we don't hurry, we're gonna miss it!"

"Miss what??" demanded Varin in exasperation.

"IT!" exclaimed Ziggy as she threw her hands in the air, releasing his wrist as she continued up the stairs on her on.

"I'm not coming up there if you don't tell me!" he yelled after her.

She screamed back immediately, "Awesome, more viewing space for me!"

Varin growled and slouched against the wall, scowling as he listened to her footsteps continuing to pound upwards. As he heard the sound of a door above slam open, he spat, "Damnit!" Then he charged up the steps after her, cursing his insatiable curiosity under his breath.

When he swung the door open and stepped out onto the roof, the first of the fires had started on the other side of the city, their flames burning in almost every color of the rainbow. He glanced around and spotted a shadow swinging its feet on its perch upon the empty water tower's walkway. Slowly he ambled over to Ziggy, hands deep in his pockets, and leaned against the ladder that led up to where she was at.

"Fires, eh?"

"You missed the explosion," she commented. He heard her shift and looked up to see her pulling something square out of one of the many seemingly bottomless pockets of her over-sized green longcoat. There was the sound of crackling paper then she made a content sound and continued, "Hear' t' thieves newbies braggin' bout' it earlier."

"The town thieves did that?" queried Varin in a disbelieving voice. "How?"

"Stole some kinda p'wder from t' mages."

"Ah."

"Makes pretty fires," she commented after a moment of them sitting in silence.

"Sure," Varin admitted. He then tilted his head up towards her and asked, "Are you eating tuna and peanut butter again?"

"Maaaaaybe," replied Ziggy with a grin as she leaned back against the old water tower. "And I thought you weren't coming up here."

"You know I'm the most curious person in the city."

"We make a good team then, don't we?"

Varin frowned then laughed, nodding his head. Looking out towards the colorful fires and hearing the dim sounds of ransacking all around in the city, he couldn't think of a place he'd rather be. Or person he'd rather be with than his strange, confusing friend.

"Guess we do."

"Swee'!" exclaimed Ziggy from above him as she took another bite out of her tuna and peanut butter sandwich. He didn't understand her but...that wasn't the point of being friends with her, now was it?