"I didn't know there was a contest."

"Oh, there is always a contest," he assured her, quietly impressed with how quickly she wicked up the water and took control of the whole of the situation. 

"Idiot."

"You sound just like my sister," he said, a grin slipping onto his face. "You know, when she could talk."

“Beer is cold. Tea is hot. Something I should have thought they taught you in… what? Chemistry? Physics?”

"Didn't actually take either." A pause. "Physics or chemistry." Science had never much interested him, though he would argue, right now, that chemistry seemed very important at the moment. Nothing whatsoever to do with hot tea or cold beer, either. 

"That's got to hurt."

"Oh, not so bad. Not really," he said, wincing even as he said so. Funny how burns did that, the odd pulses of pain. 

"Potion? I'd not know. Caitlin might have a whole pharmacopia, but not a clue, really. Ice will do, for the moment," he added. Were she not actively touching him, he might have moved around her then to the icebox and pulled out a tray of cubes. "Don't have a spell that will do the same?"