With a snort (and one last careful glance at the milk carton; should she refill the glasses? ... Naaaah), she took a cracker of her own, scooped a portion of the 'soup' up, and popped it right on in.

She does not breathe fire in the slightest, which is definitely a disappointment... but, all the same, she does manage to swallow, as well as go fetch her milk to sip at.

"Your turn, Roland~"