She giggles too.

"My name's Mileda, by the way."

"Hi Mileda!"

"Hi! I'm glad you started here, I like you."

"I like you too!"

"I'm glad."

Water flips her hair and giggles.

She smiles.

"Do you know if you like any things besides me and water?"

"I like seaweed!"

"Seaweed is good! Do you want to see if you like fish?"

"Yeah!"

A quasi-spherical blob of water rises into the air, containing three fish. She grabs them out of the water, which reshapes itself into a blade and slits their throats with it, then starts peeling the skin off and the inedible viscera out.

Water supervises in fascination.

She swims to the far shore, fishbubble following her, and gets some sticks from the trees and starts a fire, then spears the edible fish-bits over it.

Water flies over and lands and reaches for the fire and pulls back with a soft "eep".

"Oh, yeah, fire hurts if you touch it."

Solemn nod. "Does it hurt the fish?"

"...The fish are dead."

"Yes."

"The fire will turn raw fish into cooked fish. If you put your hand in the fire it will cook your hand, and then it will stop being alive. The fish are already dead so it's okay for them to be cooked."

"Okay, that makes sense."

"If I cooked my hand then when I stopped being physical and started again the new hand wouldn't be cooked, but it would still be painful before I fixed it."

"I can't do that thing at all. I'd better not cook my hands."

"I can probably heal you if you do but it's still better not to."

"Yes."

She checks on the fish. They are not done yet. She turns them over so they cook evenly.