"That's the spirit!" Prussia precariously brings the cans over to near the fireplace and kneels to drop them all, hands reaching out swiftly to collect any that flop and try to roll away. He makes a stack and pushes them up next to the woodpile to keep them out of the way. Then he stands up and brushes off his knees before heading back for the door.

"Come on, kid, we'll look for an opener," he doesn't motion for her to follow, but just assumes she will so he keeps talking. "If the opener isn't around we'll just use a knife! Nothing a little muscle won't fix. Making the fire is easy! All you need is the wood, a flame, and something to keep it going until the wood starts burning. You ever see a bonefire before?"