"Well, you're making it easier for me," he crouches down next to her and dumps his collection of sticks there. This would probably be a good time to teach her how to start a fire with a couple of sticks.

All he does is pull a match out of his pocket and strikes it. As it catches, he lowers it towards some of the dryer brambles he collected and waits until it's lit before shaking out the match. The fire begins to grow, burning hotter and higher. Still squatting, he holds his hands out towards it.

"You must be sick of camping by now, huh?"