Thread:Shadowfyrelord/@comment-26084195-20170222035544/@comment-25901581-20170307060859

They continue to discuss.

The one lighting the fire strikes the flint.

Nothing happens.

He strikes the flint again.

Still nothing.

He strikes the flint again and again and again and again and again - and realises it's wet.

He sighs, casually tosses the flint over his shoulder, and spits on the fire pit.

It ignites.

He picks up his spear and begins toasting his fruit. Taking care not to burn the handle.

Thankfully the fruit is on the head.