"Okay, hold these."
Allen gave the kids one fan each, and as they held onto it with confusion, he led them to the grill. There was a pile of charcoal surrounded by an aluminium plate in the U-shape. A small flame had already ignited, and Allen pointed at it.
"Let's compete!" he clasped his hands in the same enthusiastic manner his wife usually carried. "Who can put out the fire with the fan first!"
The kids gasped. "We can put out the fire?"
They asked in unison and confusion. Weren't they supposed to cook with the fire? Why would they put it out? But Allen nodded and crossed his arms smugly.
"Yep. Let's see if you can put out Daddy's magic flame."
Hearing the word 'magic', the kids' excitement and competitive spirits peaked. They held their fan as if it were a sword--or a magic wand--and started to swing it aggressively, fanning the flame.
Of course, rather than dying out, the flame was flaring out bigger and higher.
