"That's ... that's frightfully precise control you have there, Hivir."
If Venh was left sitting in awkward silence at the table-stone while Hivir turned the hunk of bread this way and that, sighing tiny flames; well, it couldn't be helped.
Soon, he was pleased with the results: perfectly golden-toasted outside, soft warm inside. He handed it to Venh, chuckling.
"It takes practice.
"I do like using human hands, mind. So much easier to handle the bread."