The kitchen fire clambers up and over to face Ember properly, his hands at his sides in the sort of casual way that imply they'd be in pockets if he were wearing trousers. "That's a good idea. It's not even been a day and it's already tiresome. I'll help out, if you'd like." He knows he knows, even if he doesn't know how he knows.

"I'm new to being awake here, at least." And, without any hesitation, "I'm Spark, unless I change my mind."