"I like working here, and George isn't likely to sack me when my arse of a possible father tries to pay him off." Emma shrugged. "Can't work anywhere else, and this is fun, and the company's good. I mean, George is a brill mate." She wouldn't flush, couldn't flush red right now. She made herself keep talking. "It's not the career I thought I'd have, but I do like it."
Her brow furrowed. "I've notes on that, some safety precautions because yeah, we don't want the wee ones burned themselves, either, and kids'll stick their fingers just about anywhere. Definitely right in the lizard's mouth, I'm sure. Might look into cold flame, or maybe something else. Maybe just make them flyers, rather than breathing fire. Or maybe it just comes out as a cold puff of smoke and a hint of heat."
And she was running off at the mouth and that did make her flush as she wound down. "Karaoke! It's a Muggle pastime. You go out to a pub, yeah? And there's this machine that plays Muggle music, and it shows you what the words to the songs are. And folks get rip-roaring drunk and try to sing along, performing like. It's absolutely brilliant."