[Pine]
Pine would approach Factoré, when it was becoming clear that the group were considering moving from the shelter of Axeholm. He'd taken a look at the goods that the shopkeepers still had, and would want to know if she could devise some sort of camping stove if he purchased a lantern and other bits and pieces she might require for such a device. There had been times, many times in his life, where hot food was not available, either for the fact that making a campfire was too hazardous, or because of time, but hot food was something he valued, living on the mountains for most of his life.
[DM]
Factore would become animated and scramble through her equipment in her corner of Axeholm's forge (helmed by Genlryn). With a triumphant grin she would bring out her flamethrower.
A few moments would pass before she would say "... Right. Hot food as in food you eat, got it!"
[Pine]
"Yes, food I can eat. Something compact for travel."
[DM]
[Tinkers tool check: 16]
A day later Factore would aproach you with a device in tow. It does not shed light beyond five fight but is capable to cook food over some time.
It would work for ten times and then would have to be recharged by Factore.
"Tada!"
[Pine]
Pine would look up from what he was doing and at the device as she plopped it down and showed him how it worked. "Its good," he said. "How much for the materials? Can it be refilled with lamp oil?" Practical considerations.
[DM]
"Hmmm it all comes to around ten gold."
She would look at you when you'd mention oil, expression frozen before she would burst out in laughter. "Oil, you had me going there! Why with such a small enclosed space burning oil would destroy it, let alone that it isn't hermticall sealed and you'd have lol spilling out the seams..." followed by some jargon that you have not heard before.
"So all you need is energy, doesn't matter how you get it. Preety sure Zee can do it when she wants, sorry I mean Zenari. Just hands out, zap, and that's it refilled. No need for bulky supplies!"
[Pine]
He would nod, already rifling in the belt pouch for the gold required to repay her when she bust out laughing at his question. It wasn't cruel laughter, she thought he was joking rather than merely ignorant. He certainly felt the depths of his ignorance in the good natured sound.
"Here," he said gruffly, ears back, discomfited, dropping the coins into her hand. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
The jars of oil sat in his backpack in mockery, but they would be useful for something no doubt. Even if it wasn't for this.