"You do not look like a caveman, Tommy," Maddy laughed, reaching for her own glass. The oven timer chose that moment to ding, so she put it down instead and reached for her oven mitts. A wave of apple and cinnamon scented hot air greeted her as she opened the door, and she breathed it in. "Let it cool for a little bit, unless you really want a burned tongue. Then you can eat your happy feelings to your heart's content."