Pel doesn't like using magic like it's the only tool she has, but at this time, it's the right tool for the job. She puts away the knife and spreads her hands over the earth. The roots in the soil (from plants, from trees, a massive tangle just beneath the surface) move, gripping and tugging and pulling away so that in seconds, a bare, perfect pit for a fire.

"All right, I'm done. Start building the fire while I get our supper."