Kimiko pulled an hourglass from a cupboard and held it over the cooker. She turned it over and the sand started spilling through it much faster than it should have. She left it hanging there, floating above the range. A faint glow encompsssed the range, and the strirring spoon started to blur while the gas flames flickered far more quickly. To Charlie and Nibbler, it seemed like hours passed, when outside it was only minutes before Kimiko stopped the hourglass.<br/><br/>The Nibbler sponge base had risen up golden and brown, and the Charlie jam had been rewndered down nicely.