The feast having been served, it is time for us to depart. I must confess, however, that I fail to see why this sort of party is called a "Housewarming" at all.
We have set nothing afire. (Although I sorely was tempted to cremate the blue-cheese flavored cheesy poofs. Shudder.)
The room does not seem appreciably warmer than it was when we began. (If anything, the air cooling system is working somewhat harder.)
No one has cast any heat-producing spells. (Not even me.)
In fact, I see no means by which this house may be warmed–
Oh, wait. There it is.
Sigyn, I suggest we move, lest we find ourselves too close to the possibly dangerous Lighting Ritual that is surely imminent.