[ That makes him grin and he moves over to join his brother, reaching around him to fiddle with the knobs too until he finds the right spot. There was a lot of trial and error before. ]

We need to let this reach the right heat. Like a forge, we can't stick the potato in while it's too cool or it won't bake right.

[ His tail sways, Clive pleased he's figured this out (ovens are neat) and sends a few bags of vegetables tumbling.

He growls. ]

I'm chopping it off and you can't stop me.