"Willow, do you have charcoal?" Wilson asked, vainly emptying out the contents of his backpack, "I need to make more gunpowder so I can blow up that Tallbird."

The pyromaniac shook her head, turning away from the tiny farm plot she had been tending to. Wilson shook his head at Willow, returning to his backpack.

"Will we have to fight Krampus again? I don't think we're up to picking another fight. Maybe we could-" Wilson's mumblings were cut short as Willow stole the backpack from him, pulling out a torch. He watched, dumbfounded, as she proceeded to light a single tree on fire.

The single tree burst into red and orange, fire consuming the tree fast as lightning. The fire speedily latched onto the nearby trees, furiously biting into the pine leaves and refusing to let go. The fire hopped from tree to tree like a monkey, igniting the sky in a yellow blaze as well. Wilson could smell the wood combusting into charcoal, and he could taste the bitter tang of ash fly onto the roof of his mouth.

Willow seated herself onto a boulder, humming a cheery tune as she watched the fire eat through the woods. She was grinning in pure joy at the glorious flames.

Wilson dropped to his knees, mouth gapping open.

"I only needed some charcoal!"