She blows a little too long and the little flame that jumps up flickers dangerously and Mae winces and clamps her mouth shut to watch. Except...it just sort of collapses again into a glowing thing. "No! Don't die, I'm sorry!"

She blows...a little more gently and the little ember glows brighter until she eventually coaxes a flame out of it that actually starts to smoke and catch at the wood it's under. Mae sits back, ears flicking backward as she looks from the flame to George. "Surviving's hard. Can't I just keep a lighter on me all the time?"

She didn't smoke, but she'd been compelled to buy that stupid lighter, so it was hers now.