Thinking a moment, she decided to leave the steak to cook just a bit less than completely well-done - most children she'd met complained if their steak turned out even vaguely pink. "Mostly well-done then~" she hummed, leaving the steak and ducking down to glance at the cake in the oven, smiling as she saw it rise properly.

"I think this is about ready to take out to cool - mon cher, could you get me those large gloves on the table?" she asked, gesturing at the oven mitts.