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[ gaby manages to keep anymore laughter trapped behind her lips pressed together, biting down hard when she breathes out more flames, even if her eyes are sparkling with delight. this is ridiculous on a level that is hard to contain but gaby is trying.

except she really doesn't think more alcohol is going to help -- and as a rule gaby tends to lean toward alcohol being an acceptable solution to everything -- it's just going to make her into a human molotov. she tiptoes forward carefully, making sure to stay out of range of the flames, and scoops up one of the small cups of blueberry apple cider. ]

Maybe try this. [ it had been sweet enough to make up for the lack of alcohol and while gaby is used to hot cider, the chill was... intriguing. tingly. ]