In the Summers' house, a lovely afternoon was spent baking pre-apocalypse brownies. Suddenly...

"GYAAH!" Xander leapt back.

"What?" Asked Andrew, rushing to his side. Then, he shrugged and said, "Oh, that's just the ghost."

Xander gaped at the floating figure. "It's a..."

"Ghost of an oven mitt," Andrew said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The supernatural mitt gave a friendly wave.

"It suffered an unfortunate death," explained Andrew, "in a macaroni fire."

Xander shook his head. "Tragic."

"Very," agreed Andrew. He turned and addressed the ghost. "Mitt? This is Xander. The guy I told you about."

"The mitt knows me?"

The mitt faced Andrew. It gave him a thumbs-up.

Xander too faced Andrew, obviously confused.

Andrew just giggled.