Between bites of bruschetta Pauline said, "Are you given to fits?"

The wine was delicious. I rarely drink wine, but I'm always happy when I do. Then I don't again for months. Then I do, and I'm happy again. In between, misery. I replied, "What kind? Hissy or conniption?"

"What's the difference?"

"Ha. Amateur. But seriously, no. I'm not really the tantrum type. Not enough fluid movement, I tend to vibrate. My rages instead run to the slow burn variety. When I find myself in the unmoving line at the supermarket, my smoldering glare alone can cause the cashier to page for assistance. At school they called me Firestarter. It's a talent, I'm careful not to abuse it."

A plate of sausages appeared, much to my delight.