Proper safeguards sounds like a good idea to Ned. Daneel's thought about the cameras is a good one, but more suited to the daytime, to planning and caution.

"Yes, let's." Ned makes his way towards the fireplace, keeping hold of Daneel all the while, feeling around before sinking to his knees and starting to take receipts from the box, crumpling them in his hands and laying them on top of the firewood. He really hopes it doesn't have to be any more complex than that. It shouldn't be so hard, should it?

Pulling the book of matches from his pocket, Ned strikes one and drops it quickly onto the top of the stack of sticks and receipts. For a moment, it looks like the match is going to go out without lighting a damn thing, but then one of the edges of the paper starts to curl, and slowly but surely, the orange glow spreads. Ned strikes another match for good measure and lights the pile from the other side, wondering if he should blow on the thing to encourage it, or if that would put it out altogether.

"I think it's working?" he announces, half-hesitantly, turning a small smile on Daneel, whose face is starting to stand out a little clearer against the darkness, in high contrast and flickering shades of dark yellow.