Thirty seconds of a wandering mind before the fire, and scent becomes poison. This scar on the back of my hand is the price of those thirty seconds.

• Pippo the Serving BoyEvery time I see your hand, Nonna, I hide mine behind my back without even meaning to.
  ConcettaIf it frightens you, then learn. If you do not, it will happen to your own hand instead.
• Bianca del MonteYou taught me those same thirty seconds.
  ConcettaYou are still only at fifteen seconds. Take off the glove and come back.