Daphne looked away from the fire long enough to see the boy walking towards her. God, he was really young. And she wasn't nearly old enough to be a cougar yet, was she? But those were questions for another day. Besides, he was cute. Whoever had written him up had done a hell of a job. "Well, a lighter's part of it, n' alcohol kinda does its part too. But the rest is kind of a trade secret, so to speak, hehe. A part I can't really teach anyone." She shrugged, then blew out the flame and drank the shot. "So, you're the birthday boy, right?"