"Surely not," says Aziraphale vaguely, regarding the grill with moderate disdain. Everything about this dream is terribly absurd, right down to his snake. "If you think you can do it, then - I can ensure we don't burn down this island."

He can start the fire, too, or - well, is it fire they want, or just heat? He frowns thoughtfully at the grill before passing his hand over it and warming the coals.

"Will that be sufficient, do you think?" he asks Peeta, a little sheepish to be deferring to the boy, but this isn't exactly something he's ever had to do before.