[He smiles at that, before focusing his efforts on the task - actually, it did help a little bit. Not entirely, and sometimes his eyes would flick back if a crackle was particularly noticeable, or if the flame jumped, but it was better than nothing. Even the heat breathing into his skin was easier to ignore for the moment.]

Best job to give me, anyway. I can't cook worth a damn.

[Especially now that he doesn't touch his oven, period, but oh well.]

Anything straight out of a box or into a microwave tends to be on my diet plan.