Kalista watched patently as Mitch settled things to his satisfaction. He seemed hungrier than she was. Teenage boys always did. It made her grin again. "Fish is my favourite. My grandfather and I lived by a stream and I'm pretty sure he built the house there just so he could fish when he wasn't working." She was about to reach for that kettle when he handed her the blanket. She blinked at it. "I do?" She thought her cloak was working fine. She'd just forgot to put it on for a bit when she'd had that bit of a panic attack. She never got cold very easily. Did people? People probably did. So she quickly shifted the blanket around her shoulders and said, "Thank you." More supplies for healing would have been a lot more useful. Waterproof fabric couldn't even make dressing.<br/><br/>Then something else occurred to her and she gave him a wary look, "You can have it back when you go. I don't have anything to give you for it." And she wasn't going along with any idea that came out of the brain of a teenage boy. Seriously. She didn't know if he was nice, or if he was trying to make her go along with his ridiculous plan. He was a terrible companion, there was no way she was going to be able to figure out what was normal watching him.<br/><br/>Her shoulders under the blanket rose and fell enough to shift the blanket slightly. "You can ask what you want." He already did ask her name and how she got burned. He<span style="font-style: italic">could </span>ask whatever he wanted. She did not feel like she had to answer. It did make her curious what he wanted to know. Naturally she was now going to spend the entire meal coming up with possibilities... and how to answer them.