I help you see but cover your eyes, I guard from dust and watery skies. In labs, on slopes, or oceans blue, Adventurers and scientists use me too.

I can cool you down or heat you up To fix me it will cost more than a buck I am in a home or in a truck But if I’m blown, you’re out of luck

I’m red and round in spicy disguise, I curl up small as heat intensifies. On flatbread I scatter, I’m loved on sight, I make pizza parties feel just right.

A keepsake lies, a tiny home for cherished ties. Tucked close, it holds a secret dear, a whisper of love worn near.

I let smoke leave the house, but I never walk out the door. What am I?