[Guzma was actually just about to check his handiwork again, tugging out the bundle from the fire with his stick and using his other arm (wrapped up with his hoodie to keep from burning himself), before he hears a voice calling out to him. He turns quickly to see who it is, then peels back a part of the leafy covering to check the contents. Hm, maybe another few minutes, then it should be perfect, though that smell makes his stomach growl.

Back into the stove it goes, and Guzma whistles and wipes his forehead with an arm. Whoo, that's hot...]

Heh, sounds like y'all do a lotta work yourself. [Guzma shrugs, not having clued in just yet that this man couldn't actually see (he has sunglasses too, actually, but more for aesthetic).] 'Fraid I can't trust the lil tot t'do anything here to held me, other'n gather a few logs for the fire and some palm leaves.

[AND SHE COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT.] Yo, that makes it sound like you want a bite... Tch, shoulda figured as much, now that I got a stove, I'm gonna be Mr. Popular, yeah? But I do need someone unbiased to test it out; take a seat, bro, still gonna be a little longer.

[He waves the man over - again, not knowing he can't see - and indicates a spot her could sit where it's not as grassy or dirty. He'll put up a few logs or so another time.]