Fire and vines. Smoke in his lungs. Eddy's struck with a sense of deja vu as they push into the store. Not his memory, but a memory he's experienced all the same. Not good. Not good at all.

He nearly loses his wand when Pouch bumps into his shoulder, ripped from the chaos temporarily, and wow, that would have been an incredibly unfortunate and embarrassing time to do so. Momentarily dumbstuck, what does manage to come out of his mouth is a "cool" that he immediately wishes had stayed put. He grimaces as his wand spits disapproval. "I mean–"

Thankfully there's a raging fire that needs attended to, and they're both spared any further social awkwardness on Eddy's part. But it still takes a few tries for him to overcome his wand spitting and jerking. Hey. Focus on not dying, and not the–

No one dies. Cool. Good. Really good. Eddy watches Swint with keen interest after his memory is apparently returned.

When he's told they have to make statements, his grimace returns.