OH. RIGHT. The other pan. Chell at least knew enough not to let her hands touch the inside of the oven. Even if it was imaginary, it was bound to hurt if she touched it.
She carefully slid it in, shut the door, and then plunked herself right in front of the oven as if staring intently at the contents would make them bake faster.
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OH. RIGHT. The other pan. Chell at least knew enough not to let her hands touch the inside of the oven. Even if it was imaginary, it was bound to hurt if she touched it.
She carefully slid it in, shut the door, and then plunked herself right in front of the oven as if staring intently at the contents would make them bake faster.