Warren stormed into the room. "What," he asked sternly, "is this?"

Jonathan stared.

Andrew turned crimson.

On his hand, he wore a blue and white gingham ovenmitt. Two black button eyes were sewn onto the mitt, and a mess of dark yarn hair stuck up from the top.

The Warrenmitt.

There was a stretch of awkward silence.

"It's -- it's mine," Andrew finally stated.

Warren rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna know." He tossed the mitt to Andrew.

When he was gone, Andrew threw the Warrenmitt at Jonathan. "That's the last time I'm covering for you! You really need to pick that thing up when you're done using it!"