"Absolutely! We should spar sometime with or without my gunblade, I would be interested to see how I would have to adapt my lance work to compensate for your speed."

Q'uila looks down at her food that could now only generously be called lukewarm, "Ah, not a problem, it just needs a re-heat."

Q'uila holds her bowl up with a cheeky grin and takes a deep breath, pooling aether in her throat, and exhales blowing a stream of flames at the bottom of the bowl that then lick and flicker up the sides and over her hands. Cutting off the flow of dragon fire, Q'uila brings the now steaming bowl back down to her lap and takes another bite of her meal.