"Heat...like zat found een spring or summer. A constant heat source. A candle vud not do eet."
Gabrielle blew on her hot chocolate as Lisa moved out of view. She could feel the older woman settle behind her, then felt arms wrap around her. Raising her mug to her lips, she carefully sipped the contents. When she lowered the mug, she had a melted marshmallow foam mustache.
"I...do not alvays. Eet ees alvays vairy hard. I can only try to fight eet...eet ees like trying to not be angry. You can fight to remain calm, but zee more zat makes you angry, makes eet harder and harder to stay calm. Eventually I vud lose and eet ees een control."