Tripod or quadpod. For toads just a stem. This furniture found often in bars and kitchens.

I cradle warmth in my gentle curve, a dancer in a porcelain sea, stirring tales from broth to brew, yet silent as I serve.

Red and small I burn if you fan me you see me grow before your eyes. I can be brushed away after the flames glow. I have no flame, but I still carry the burn. What am I?

I dropt...broken camera as a consequence.

I'm a small narrow piece, or a strand in a textile spool, I can be of cake, or carding from some wool. I'm not a splinter, or a slice. But me in your fingertip still doesn't feel nice.