[ but there’s no fire, eren mutters, brows wrinkled and quickly hovering closely to not only maintain proximity, but manage to shift just a bit behind mikleo to watch over his shoulder, back to his front.

intently observant of the seraph pressing the knob in until it clicks and alights, he carefully . . . does the same with the burner next to it. behold! it works! turn the knob back, and it shuts off. curious grunt!! displacing himself to look behind the stove (gas? electricity? magitech?), no matter where he looked! no smoke, no fuel— ]

You don’t need wood. [ it’s— really another moment of grand fascination, even though he’s heard of these around town! a nod comes once the next instructions are given, carrying everything over and setting them rather easily on top of the fire. plunging everything is even better.

he . . . sees the yawn, though, and pulls up an extra chair to encourage sitting, right by mikleo’s and settling back. ] Imagine how much time everyone saves everyday. Back home, we needed a whole team of people to make something. [ a gesture with fingers when he means “many at once”. his third eyelids slide a little slower than they usually do, finding his eyes a bit heavy— but he forces his eyes wider to continue. ] One group would go chop wood when the rest were trying to get a fire to start, or peeling potatoes.