"I've been trying not to," Grace admitted, turning her head to testingly blow another thin stream of flames. "I, uh, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of wood in here. Very...flammable wood." But he wasn't holding back, and nothing had caught fire yet. Grace pursed her lips thoughtfully, turning the glass in her hand and studying the dark contents before rolling and shoulder and tossing more of it back. Inhaling a deep breath through her nose, then exhaling through her mouth, lips parted wider, a much more impressive plume of swirling flames spouting into the air.

It was pretty cool...for a moment or two. Before she started coughing again, wheezing a laugh between the soft hacks of smoke and sparks of fire. "Whew! That was...something!"