"Paper is a tough material to work with," Cayn said, lowering his fingertips to touch it.  At his touch the paper burst into flame, burning to naught but ash in a moment before fading away.  "That spell is meant more for clothing anyway.  Fixing patches, things of that nature.  Weapons and armor can be done as well.  But paper is so weak."  A shrug of his shoulders as he'd lean back in the chair, gesturing for her to continue.  "We have some time still until the meal appears.  More."  The smile was encouraging, his attention entirely on her.