"Wouldn't burn the house down. Fire's not hot enough. Not unless wind is kissing it, and her hands are being bad." River was fascinated as she moved ever closer to Dean as he cooked. Her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she observed the bacon and the onions from a safe distance. Sometimes she carried the wind with her, after all.
"Bacon and onions are acceptable offerings," she finally said. "You can stay, but we'll need your name. Unless you'd like to be named."