"Yeah, maybe. Here, I have a bunch of last week's LA Times." Teddy crumples up Tuesday's sports section and crumples it into a ball and sets it aflame on top of the charcoal, where it burns brightly for a few seconds and then disintegrates. The charcoal remains cold.

"God damn it." He resists the urge to kick the fire pit. "Stupid fire. I was a boy scout for like two months, you know. I should theoretically be able to do this."

Deep breath. "I'm Hulkling, by the way. And I'm usually better at stuff."