”Gas. Alcohol—both are flammable.” Abigail shrugged slightly, leaning back in her chair and sighing. “I dunno. I guess I’m going to be one of those people.” She had no desire for cocktails—but that could also be her young age.
“Everything is flammable if you’re determined enough, make no mistake.” Peri nodded. “But I see the point you’re trying to make. There’s nothin’ wrong with that, Abby. Most of the time it’s more fun watching people drink than actually drinking yourself."