"Yeah," Stone replied with a sigh as Slate let out a pathetic sounding 'help!' mew once Lara was in the room. Stone shook his head as he picked the little cat up to finish drying him off. "Can you grab the pot holders and get the dish out of the oven? I haven't gotten a chance to wash my hands yet." The mountain of shredded cheese he'd piled on top of the stuffed shells was melted and burnt in various spots.
Once Slate was dry, Stone put him on the floor to lick up the last remnants of sauce still on the floor.