[He smiles, and follows her gaze. A kettle over a fire is right at home for him. He steps over to the fireplace and removes the cover, checking out the wood. It's old, but dry.] That would work.
[The hand that's not holding his light spell flicks, like lighting a match, and a flame shoots into the fireplace to ignite the wood.] There's nowhere to hang a kettle, but it could sit at the edge. I did it all the time back home.