As you climb out of the basement, the soft crackle of flame behind you builds into a roar... and Eve outright cackles, clearly delighted by this development. Once you're out, you can just barely hear her yell:
"That's more like it—"
—before the trap door swings shut of its own accord, and melts into the wooden floor as though it had never been there to begin with.
...However, things have changed. The overwhelming scent of smoke has faded, giving way to the smell of freshly baked goods wafting from the kitchen, along with a welcome wave of warmth to chase away the cold. You can hear the soft crackle of controlled fires throughout the house... and slowly, the beginning of here-and-there taps on the roof, which turn into a steady patter as rain starts to wash away the snow outside.
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"That's more like it—"
—before the trap door swings shut of its own accord, and melts into the wooden floor as though it had never been there to begin with.
...However, things have changed. The overwhelming scent of smoke has faded, giving way to the smell of freshly baked goods wafting from the kitchen, along with a welcome wave of warmth to chase away the cold. You can hear the soft crackle of controlled fires throughout the house... and slowly, the beginning of here-and-there taps on the roof, which turn into a steady patter as rain starts to wash away the snow outside.