Once the fire is going and quite large Edward claps his hands in excitement. He had a variety of bottles to one side and some sticks that he'd wrapped with cloth at one end. Taking one he dips it into the fire until the cloth catches fully pulling it out and setting it on the bricks.

Humming to himself, not even realizing he is being watched, he grabs one of the bottles and pulls out a pocket watch. There was, evidently, a small hole in the lid because he holds it at roughly waist height above the burning cloth and begins pouring a trickle of water onto the stick slowly. One eye on his watch, one on the stick. Once it is completely drenched and the fire out he bounces on his feet heading over to a notebook he'd left on a small table to write something in it.

"Oh,"

He looks up, the table was all but in front of where Ruth was sitting.

"Hello Miss Blacke, I almost forgot you were coming did you just arrive?"