Well then.

[ Silco said, and gestured at the books. ]

Be my guest. As far as I've understood it, to pull these books free, we must... invest our sand. Pull as many as you would like, and I'll even light you a fire.

[ Silco, obviously, wasn't going to spend his sand on that, regardless of whether he was going to piss off Mr. Tibbs. He also didn't want to deal with anyone else throwing a fit about it, but he figured if Atsumu would invest the sand, he could perhaps sneak a little fire. Although it might set more on fire without control.

Oh well. Not his problem. ]

Alternatively, we could light a piece of furniture on fire.

[ He said, looking at the finer pieces in here. He didn't have much care for the finery, it all reminded him of Piltover with the fine, high backed and plush chairs. Clearly, these people had not wanted for anything, and now they were all frozen, and suffering. Go figure. Money couldn't solve every problem. ]

Personally, I would rather we use our sand in the end, and save what we can otherwise. [ Take, even, if necessary. ]