Skwisgaar stole another quick kiss before murmuring, "Fire." Which might have been a reminder as to what he was after for himself, or what she reminded him of when she used that warning tone.
There was a cool chuckle and he shook his head before slipping away, standing and stretching as he looked at his hand in a bit of amusement. Mere moments ago, he'd done something that he had never done before, and it was all because she taught him how. It was the single most amazing thing he'd done all month, possibly all year (Save for the whole being sucked up by a Vortex thing).
He walked to the wood shed and grabbed half a dozen logs, before starting back, shouldering the door open before setting them all down by the fireplace. He arranged the logs in a way that they'd not only stay lit, but last longer, and then stepped aside, looking to her. "Dats shoulds maybe last us a few hours, but dere is mores of de firewoods out dere."