"I always thought so too," she answered, watching the flames lick the ends of the starter log. The paper was turning black, chased by an orange flame that seemed to leap in and out of the paper.
"If it doesn't catch, put a little air on it, okay?" She gestured to the bellows, set neatly in a polished set of tools. "I'll go get the cocoa."
Rising, she paused at the door and gestured to the couch. "Don't worry about getting the couch wet." Her grin was a little impish. "That's what the blankets are for."
Quilts were indeed draped over the couch, not too far from the growing fire. It was a cozy set-up, suggesting that the room was used frequently this time of year by the family.
"Do you like marshmallows?" Savannah's voice drifted back to him from the kitchen after a moment, accompanied by the soft sounds of preparation.