Under the sun, Raez's hair shines a beautiful, almost golden hue. It's hard to appreciate that when he ran unnecessarily far, though. He had to backtrack to where the can was placed. There, he plops right down to the ground, sets down what seems to be a broken half of eyeglasses, and sticks his hand out, turning it this way and that.

Thanks, Wiley. Yeah, it's a little hard to imagine, isn't it?

After a while, Raez stands back up, where he prods the ground with his shoe. He then takes out some kind of packet, stoops down to the ground, places the packet down, picks the eyeglasses back up, and angles the lens directly at the packet.
"What do you think of fire, Ramma?" he asks.

(Ramma is so cute lol. Also I love their dynamic so far)

"Why? Is it because ice is better than fire?" Raez smiles. His smile is one better suited for the Sun; it feels a bit more dazzling than when they were indoors. 

"Oh yeah, it's easier to make ice cream than to make a fire," Raez agrees.
What?

"If you want, you can try while I do this," Raez offers, like he's an adult making some kind of bribery to keep a kid occupied while he does something else.
It's going to take a minute tops, but what does it matter.