"We keep our wood stored here," Vianna replied as they walked into the kitchen. On the countertops were the bags of marshmallows and other bags of food Mrs. Vincenzi seemed to have bought while the kids were wandering around. Vianna opened a set of thin and long wooden doors and inside were wooden logs small enough for the fireplace stacked. "Unless you were looking to do it the old-fashioned way and go find wood ourselves, but trust me, that'd be a very tiresome task. There isn't much wood around here," Vianna said with a soft chuckle as she began to pull out some wood and hand it over to the boy behind her, momentarily forgetting just how heavy these logs could be and she was creating a small mountain on his arms.