And now Aziraphale is heating a grill with just a wave of his hand. Peeta bites back a grin, unsure if a sign of his delight would be welcome. He doesn't know Aziraphale well enough to know how he would take such a reaction. Besides which, Aziraphale just seems so focused on the grilling process, Peeta's unwilling to distract him by a possibly unwelcome discussion of his powers.

Instead, he steps over to the grill, eying it critically and waving his hand over it in turn - in his case, to check the temperature. "I think so. The way I've grilled before it a little different, but this should work fine."

He squats to check in the fridge, then looks around the grill area before turning to Aziraphale. "Do you think you could make some tongs, or a fork?" he asks, sheepish himself.