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.

Raez might as well have turned into a statue. It's sort of impressive how someone can hold so still when earlier he was like...well, himself. Some kinda leprechaun prancing around. 
He seems to be listening to Ramma's chanting, though. He's slightly turned his head so that one ear is angled toward wherever Ramma is.

"Maybe it'll work if you break it down into its core ingredients?" Raez offers after a while.
Hey, look, an actually sensible suggestion.

"Start with the cream as the base," Raez suggests. "You have to make that part before the entire chilling bit." 

There's some kinda sizzling sound coming from whatever packet that Raez is aiming the sunlight at, which sounds promising. Also kinda concerning though. The sound is louder than what one might have expected.

Is it a choccy milk? Because you're epic?

Sounds like the packet is blowing up. That's gotta be distracting for a spellcaster, sorry. 

Raez doesn't seem perturbed by all the firecracker noises (and sparkles) popping from the packet.
It was bound to happen, honestly.

"Is it?" Raez asks quizzically. "Because I think he had to swear on the name of all things good and sane that he--"
FLASHBANG. Or something close to it, visually at least. It's not quite as loud. 
Raez is real calm for someone kneeling right next to something that sounds like that. "Glad that it looks nice to you though." 
What were we here to do again??

At least there seems to be a fire somewhere underneath the commotion.
Raez holds his hand toward Ramma. "Do you need ear plugs, Ramma? I have ear plugs right here." 
Okay, but to get those ear plugs you would have to get close to whatever the heck that packet is made of. 

Raez says something (hopefully "You're welcome"), but the ear plugs are, well, too effective, and now Ramma can't really hear anything. Ho boy.. 
Pink ear buds tho. Very cute.