Oh. Uh. He didn't think about that. Nobody's really tried to burn the 'stigma before.

Cloud lets it go only for about a minute or two before he stomps the toe of his boot down on the gloves, before the fire can spread too far onto the grass and before it does create a toxic gas cloud. It might not, but better safe than sorry.

"'least we're outside, if they are." In as much as 'outside' you can get in Wonderland. He's still not entirely convinced they're anywhere but a closed confinement here. "Won't affect me, anyway."

Yeah, that's. Reassuring.