"I can imagine it can be hard to be used to, though, if you're used to having magic doing everything." Brigitte grants him that benefit of the doubt, then rummages through some of the tabletops and buckets until she finds a fuzzy handful of leftover fabric, a flint, and piece of steel shaped into a curve -- almost like steel knuckles, easy to grip in one hand. She wipes another bead of sweat from her forehead, then hands the objects to the kid.

"If you strike that rock against the edge of the steel, you should see those sparks coming off it. The trick is to do it at the right angle that it'll catch on the thing you want to set on fire."