Well, there's the blue one. Making it snow, dousing the flames. Pity, that. He watches their touching reunion with a tilted head and a small smile - intriguing little creatures. Simplistic and yet very complex. He likes that.

And now, marvelous! The little red one is growling at him like a small dog.

"Standing," he says mildly. "Why? What am I meant to be doing?"