Vanny
His eyes widened, and before he knew it he was enveloped in a white explosion of power. The power, it was too much, it was-
"...But you told me to cook something." He scratched his head in confusion at all this. His armor, much like the rest of his body, looked rather trashed. Like he had just gotten beaten all over. But he seemed to handle it fine, despite having been blasted directly by such power, he smiled and laughed it off as if it didn't hurt. He wasn't used to getting scolded like that over so little, he didn't really... get it? If there was anything to get out of this.
" *hack* I'm sorry." A splash of blood coughed out of his lungs, which he took no worry of, and he struggled a little to get up before shaking the pain and wounds away. "It's been a long time since I got to do something like this. I got carried away. But it looks like there wont be any meat other than charcoal now. You shouldn't play around with spells like that, what if Betty was in the room?" He now looked at her with a scolding maner, his eyes and voice far harsher.