"I'm on it," Xander agrees. He thinks he can handle doing Ifrit's, and any excess blankets that might not be in use. If there are any extra bed linens, too, he's just going to fireproof them all. Having the others in the car with a bit of fireproofing couldn't hurt, after all.

He'd just be eating like a horse in the kitchen before faceplanting in his bunk for a good eight to ten hours. No sweat. Though she's been quiet until now, a quiet squeak from his head reminds Xander that Cottonball is there, too--and willing to give him a bit more energy to see this through.

"Thanks, girl. I'll get you a snack or three, too!" She might need it as well, after all this was done.