That's exactly what I'm saying! They're perfectly fine as far as I can tell, so you shouldn't worry about them. Or let people try to tell you otherwise, okay?

[She looks around her apartment.]

Very different. No television, no refrigerator, stoves that burned wood, lights that were from candles; I'm still getting used to all of it.

[She buries her nose in the book, trying to find something else in case he doesn't want what she had suggested, only marginally aware of his movement around the kitchen. When she looks up, he's nowhere in sight, and she's turning just as the oven "speaks".

She steps back in shock at first before laughing.]

Okay. Grilled cheese it is. And I'm pretty sure no one's ever had a talking oven before. [She stops getting the supplies to look at the cheese she just grabbed.]

No, I don't. We really didn't eat a lot of cheese in my village.