"Th-That w-would b-be r-real-ly n-nice M-Midv-valley, h-hear-ring you pl-play." the tribal girl said, smiling both in enthusiasm and politeness. She really didn't know what to expect when it came to music, or what sort of sounds the strange instrument Medvalley had brought with him would create, but she was eager to discover it for herself.
She would have said more, only to be startled by the shot, turning around to see the fire going. For a moment she pondered if Jazz had been having any difficulties with starting the blaze. Having to survive on her own for so long such a task would have been simple enough for her, but she quickly dismissed the thought to be silly. Jazz was surely more than capable, otherwise the fire wouldn't be burning before their eyes.
However, she was clearly baffled at what was to be done next with the blaze. Fire's, to her at least, were for warmth, and it was the middle of the day. And frying? Anything she had eaten would have been raw, but well, her diet on the island had consisted of fruit, nuts, plant, and the occassional fish if she was lucky. Cooked food was something she had only just been introduced to in Asgard, so the prospect of this 'frying' caused a look of utter puzzlement to cross her face.