[Seasonal Event] feel like whistling

Melita's clearing of the rubble satisfied Emmett and he took a step back as she went to light the fire, though he still took a further one when he saw the sparks appearing from Melita's flint. He understood the strange sentient gourd's fear (what was that thing? He hadn't ever seen a vegetable with legs). As the fire caught he found a simple pleasure in watching it spread, something easy and almost satisfying, destruction without consequence. He nodded and smiled at his new friend, put his hands on his hips and leaned to one side. "Well hey, I bet Vervain'll be happy about that. It's awful nice of ya to want to do alla this, y'know. Unless y'just wanted to burn stuff." With a little laugh, he nodded down to Fangorn. "...Can y'tell me what...that is?" Ok, Here It Goes