She loved when he carried her. Her frame was short and curvy but unusually light for someone so muscular. She Laughed as he set her down. Her heart felt light after their experience and she was in a playful mood. She stood up from her seat on the table and crossed to the kitchen. Though she could not touch anything with the body of her fingers, she was well practiced in finding other ways of doing something. She bumped the tap on with the back of her hand, lifting the heavy ceramic pot as a normal person would she slipped it quickly beneath the water. She could touch things that were resistant to flames as they did not combust against the heat of her flesh. She let the pot fill, using a ceramic spoon to drop in a couple of bag of black tea. Then she moved the pot swiftly to the counter and placed a single finger deep within the water. Within moments it boiled around her hand. The water turning dark brown as it steeped the tea bags rapidly. She looked up and smiled. She had almost forgotten she had company lost in the trails of every day life. "Would you assist me? Though I can touch ceramic I cannot for long and I fear making it to the table with the pot in one piece. Also if you could grab a couple of glasses from the cupboard." She indicated one of the oak cabinets above the sink and waited to see his response.