[ It doesn't take long to get enough kindling in place to start a fire. Thor calls his hammer to his hand. ] You may wish to shield your eyes.​

[ A quick flash of lightening leaps from the hammer to the fire pit, setting the kindling ablaze. The smell of ozone is heavy in its wake, but Thor simply sets the hammer down again, as if he does this sort of thing far too regularly. ]

If this gift is what you're implying, I almost regret dunking you in the water. I hope you're still in a generous mood.