Sure I keep charcoal in my pockets all the time. You never know when you might need some!

[Sarcasm levels: mild. Fortunately, a bunch of baby phoenixes means a bunch of burnt stuff around. Samata locates some charred wood easily enough and dumped it next to the bird, then squatted next to it with her knees together to watch.

Would this stupid idea actually work? She had no idea.]

Come on little guy. Look at all that delicious...burned wood...