Bert just shrugged, the appeal of lighting a fire covering most other thoughts. Weird stuff happened all the time in stories, why not real life? Stories came from somewhere, after all. Besides, he'd seen Sai Broadcloak do stuff like that. He was creepy sometimes, too. But he was also the King's advisor and sorcerer, so he couldn't be too bad. Maybe Alessa had a magic talisman or something. He was pretty sure those glowed.
"Fine, get water." Bert's attention was on the can. It was a good sized one, and they could put plenty of kindling and fire fuel in it. He didn't yet know the term 'firebug', but in a few years he'd be labeling himself with it joyfully. "And...hm. Something for kindling. Dead leaves and sticks and things work. Da says it's got to be dry and brittle." Bert laughed some, remembering his father teaching him how to build a fire. "He says the ancients used paper! Can you believe it?" Who'd waste paper by burning it?
"Anyway, I'll get those and you two can get water!"