[she snatches the kettle from him with a scowl and holds it in the palm of her hand, much like a waitress would hold her tray. She doesn't murmur anything this time, and there's no signs of fire, but . . . soon, the water in the kettle starts to heat, wisps of heat coming out of the spout]
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[she snatches the kettle from him with a scowl and holds it in the palm of her hand, much like a waitress would hold her tray. She doesn't murmur anything this time, and there's no signs of fire, but . . . soon, the water in the kettle starts to heat, wisps of heat coming out of the spout]