He looked at it, “A gold globey thingy—nothing to be concern about.” He walked over to the small oven. He had to look it over. Study it. He raised an eyebrow where his hair drooped over his brows. “Ahhh, here we are,” he said in a high pitch tone. He turned a knob, opened the oven door, and gently put the globe thingy inside. He closed the door. He shot a smile to Fred. “So, so, so, so, this is your little kitchen. Nice, nice,” he was walking around checking this and that.