Damn his fingers were warm. Nida just wanted to hold that hands for a while, let the ice out of his knuckles. But he drops the shake at the appropriate time and turns his hands back to the fire.

Credit where credit is due, chew toy to big things with nasty teeth should be considered a unifying factor on this island. They should make a club. He would offer to ironically make t-shirts but he lacked the skill to even make cloth so he'll skip the joke.

"Degrees measure clear demarcations of temperature. 32 is the freezing point of water. It boils at 212. Wood typically starts burning when it reaches 450 or higher. And that's about as much as I can tell you because frankly I wasn't as good at science tests as I was combat ones. I'm almost surprised this place doesn't have thermometers about. At least for cooking or something."

Okay, he was finally ready to pry his boots off. Good thing they are quality made, somehow his wool socks aren't even wet. Bless the small things in life. Rare enough to get lucky breaks these days.

"Nice to meet you, Alistair. Can't imagine what's wrong with a last name, though. Unless you're related to someone important."