Nope, haven’t gotten myself roasted by the fire just yet. But ho boy, do I smell burnt sugar and smoke and hear a horrible sound from that giant oven.

(Anya thankfully avoided the fire by ducking inside a pan earlier when the oven started to spew smoke and threw fire randomly. Though how long they’ll stay in here might be limited at any moment and she has a feeling that the oven is gonna hate them for this.)