Chili complied, opening his mouth and allowing the thermometer to rest under his tongue. The display on the thermometer began measuring: 101°F, 156°F, 260°F, climbing at a rapid rate all the way until it reached its limit and errored. Chili kept his eye trained on the display, but nothing happened after that.

Keeping the thermometer balanced under his tongue, Chili looked up at Rhys with worry. "I think this one's broken," he said. Speaking of broken, Chili's incredible temperature caused the display to go flat-out blank, and the plastic at the thermometer's neck began to droop. Chili pulled it out from his mouth and gawked at what he'd done before dropping it.

He... had nothing to do with that thermometer anymore. No way. This wasn't happening.