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"I have to do everything around here," he complains, even though he volunteers and often takes on more responsibilities than even Florian asks for. Despite his outward nature, Johann does automatically default to helpful.

He fills up the kettle and it, again, is placed on the table with a thunk.

Florian does not roll his eyes, but he thinks it loudly enough that Johann can no doubt 'see' it regardless but he'll wait until the kettle is full before he reaches over and lifts it up.

"Unless you'd like to scorch the table cloth as well, best to lift it up. Now, observe-"

And he'll turn his hand towards the bottom of the pot, no visual sign that anything has changed until there's a soft rushing sound from the kettle that slowly transforms into the kettle whistling. He feeds the power into the top surface of the bottom of the kettle, the water that touches it, and carefully controls it to just that spot until all of the water is hot enough to bubble.

"It's not my tablecloth," he mutters, but does as he says. The kettle whistles and Johann glances between Florian and the noise. "You didn't do anything."

He doesn't mean it to come out in a huff, but he's already frustrated.

That gets a snort.

"You think kettles just heat themselves? Of course I did something, Johann. Stop looking with your eyes and start looking with that other sense."

He'll pull the heat from the kettle and expend it into the air before he heats the kettle again.

He grumbles something annoyed under his breath, but actually tries to focus. "Alright, alright. Do it again."

He'd been doing just that but he'll do it more slowly, just for Johann.

"You can't see it but you can feel it while you're touching it. Having a handle on it with one sense, at least, is very helpful."

He doesn't see it, but he does - know it. It's Florian's power that runs through him, after all, and he's able to determine it easier than he thought.

He slides his fingers along the kettle to the origin of the power, not caring if it burns him. He'll heal right away anyway. That's less important.

"Oh. Oh alright."

"You feed a little in with your touch," he says quietly, "and it gives you a sense of the shape of the thing. Then it's easier to focus where it needs to go."

"Alright, then let me try." He sits back in a chair and holds the kettle up, finding it easier to transfer the magic, the energy, when he has it tangibly in his hand. Much like the candle, sending it any distance requires a little more effort.

The water doesn't boil quite yet, but he can feel it heating.

Florian's come to understand the physics of working through the air, the nature of physical matter such that he can mentally construct how almost anything is 'touching' him for such a connection. He's not sure it will ever be worth the effort of trying to go through that with Johann.

This works, though.

"Don't forget to let the water move in there so you aren't heating just the one section of it."

There's a small twitch in his eyebrow as he acknowledges what he's saying without actually speaking back and breaking his concentration. Moving the water and heating - two things at once? He's working on it.

When it's clear that he doesn't quite understand, he sets the kettle down. "Move where?" he mutters. "Doesn't the heat just - " He spreads his fingers out to illustrate the point that eludes him.

...the fingers are closer to 'adorable' than he thinks Johann would be comfortable hearing, so he'll just keep it to himself. That said-

"It will work that way as well. The way I describe is faster without needing to increase the amount of heat, is all."

"It's so much to remember," he sighs, trying not to whine about it. Why he can't simply 'make heat go in' is very annoying.

"Create heat, move water, don't melt the kettle..."

"If magic were easy and didn't require practice, I wouldn't have wanted the silver so badly," he points out with a little giggle.

He puts the kettle down and pulls Florian close. "Now that was a job I knew how to do," he says, nuzzling into his neck.

He had fucked up part of it, but at least he returned with the silver.

"And a job I, alas, cannot have you doing now." He breathes out a sigh.

"There's hardly anything I want that can be fetched."

"What do you want? I can fetch anything."

He sits back, kicking his feet up to the table.

"Nothing that can be obtained at the moment. Though the next port, I would appreciate another set of eyes for something to do basic chemistry with."

He'll pet his hair as he pulls him closer in turn.

He moves closer obediently. "What - those clear glass jars? What else? All I remember is glass and the way that you go so upset when they broke..."

"Because it was needless, you clod," he huffs before tucking against him.

"I'll draw you some pictures of what I'd want."

"It would have been less damaging if you didn't flail around."

He slides an arm behind his back, pulling Florian close.

"You were going to show me other pictures. Do you remember?"

"Would you have preferred if I'd sat there like a dead fish while you were at it?" he asks primly before huffing and yes, nodding. Of course he remembers.

"I remember. Are you going to behave while I do?"

"What does behave mean?"

The first question goes unanswered because Florian already knows the answer to that. He likes that he pouts and stomps his feet.

"You know what behave means," he says back, eyes focused on Johann's. They focus a little more as he leans closer. "Actually behaving."

He groans a little. "Alright," he agrees, hands in the air. "Behave."

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