That's... I don't understand the explanation. With a lack of response, Starla just chuckles and resumes her mysterious objective for a moment. A few more head cocks, and Starla gently nips the temperature knob and turns her head, letting go at the exact angle she had settled on. "And just like that, the oven is set to three seventy-five," Starla announces confidently. "That should be up to temp once we're ready for that step."