Abby giggled, climbing up from the couch and going to the oven, holding her breath as she opened the oven door, grabbed the hot pan with a hot pad over her fingers and placed it on the stove, shutting the door again.<br/>Carefully, she inhaled a little. Her eyes widened.<br/>It smelled<span style="font-style: italic">good.</span><br/>With a small sound of protest, she picked up one of the hot chicken nuggets and popped it into her mouth, not even fazed by the scalding temperature.