Andrew sat, quietly pondering the oven mitts on his hands. The material was deceptively soft for something that was designed to protect his hands from the hottest of baking tins. He sighed, wishing for some sort of full body oven mitt that could protect him from the scalding baking tins of the world.

"You gonna bake... or are you just gonna stare at your mitts all day?" The voice was soft and quiet, and came with a strong hand, heavy on Andrew’s shoulder. He looked up at Xander and smiled.

You just have to smile when you’re wishes are granted.