In an attempt to not be completely useless, Alois knelt by the log pile to arrange them into a more proper shape for a flame. Sure, wood could burn in a haphazard pile, but he preferred to lessen the chance of a piece of burning pine rolling away and setting the entire woods ablaze. Around the logs, he built a border of stone, uneven in height but a completely enclosed circle. Containing a fire was just as important as being able to light one in the first place.<br/><br/>"Can't say I've ever been to it," He responded, allowing himself to sit and rest near the fire. The crackling warmth of the flames was pleasant, a contrast to the cold that he appreciated highly. "Doesn't sound like too bad a trip though." Picking up a nearby stick, he prodded at the flames a bit, trying to get the tinder within it burning a bit more brightly. The flames burned the stick itself, but he didn't let it catch fire until Sarrina brought the pan out. He let go of it, letting it fall and burn to give her the room needed to cook.<br/><br/>"Sure," He said in response to her tease. "Just as long as you don't make me use my own utensils." A pickaxe and a sword weren't exactly proper cooking tools, and he hadn't thought of bringing along a pan. Simple cast iron went a very long way. He was about to take a piece of the meat for himself, until Sarrina's little display of impatience led to a burn. "Bit overzealous, eh?" He joked, chuckling quietly at her expense. "I think I'll wait a bit."