Oh, well, if you have to keep contact the whole time... did I mention gross?

[Axel uncrosses his legs and swings up to his feet, reaching out to take some of the pile of splinters from Shun and start arranging them into a nice bonfire shape. Luckily, some of the chunks of wood are pretty large.]

I bet they knocked down an old shed. Wonder what kind of tree this one's from? [He holds up a section of timber that's a deep bluish-purple, like a ripe plum.] Think it's dyed?