It was hardly more than ten minutes later that Jarvis' voice calmly informed her, as she toweled off her sopping hair, that there was smoke in the kitchen. Wanda had just enough time to throw on a bathrobe and she was racing for the kitchen, cursing silently to herself. She paused at the threshold where black smoke was pouring out. What the hell? A deep breath and she plunged into the kitchen where there was no actual fire but the smoke continued to pour from the oven where she could only assume the charred remains of the cake sat inside. Wanda managed to turn the thing off and opened the oven door, allowing more smoke to escape as she groped for the walls to open a few windows.