Pretend this is me in the fake world. Pretend the fire is not fire. Maybe it is jelly and we want to be a mess. I will jump in the chimney and it turns out the fire is not jelly. After I am very done you will take my charred self out with tongs and massage it into loving crumbles. I will not make a very successful cookie, I never have. After I am blackdust on the hearth you can render a goose down to goose jelly and use it to paint me all over you. Enjoy that. Later you can decide if the fire is right for you, or if you want to soot up the snow by making angels. Very dark very speckly angels because I am pressed into them. I am what of you you will leave melty in their imprint. No cookie, but I am working on chocolate, in chips.