"Thou shouldst find some buckets up top Pal, if thou couldst start filling them with water and boiling them, thou wouldst greatly help Senka." Dal told the Wraith who grinned and waved a hand. "Why deal with all that carrying when I could just do...this..." He opened a porthole, letting cool air slowly flow into the kitchen. Dal's skin became a little bumpy and she shivered at the feeling. Pal began to move his strange gauntlets back and forth, and within a minute there was a strange stream of fog pouring in through the porthole. It was directed though it was hard to see through, but it was in the shape of a rope. "What...art thou doing Pal?" Dal asked, quite interested in this new magical technique.
"Simple really! I'll use the fog to transport water. It'll go into the pot from the ocean, get heated up, then it'll go into the bathtub!" He had to get the oven going again, which he did, and put a pot on top of it before he started to wander off to find the bathtub. The rope of fog did just as he said, into the pot from the ocean, and then out the door and presumably into the bathtub. Dal stood up and decided to follow along. Sure enough he was in the washing room, with the rope of fog in the shape of a spout, pouring what appeared to be steaming water into the tub.
"Thou art really quite a remarkable creature Pal." Dal praised the young Wraith, who just gave a thumbs up as he controlled the stream of fog still with his other hand. Sure, he was showing off, but he had to get in with these ladies after all!
