"That is true," Isak said with a laugh. He sealed up the trail mix bag as the timer on his phone went off. He shut the timer off, slipped on an oven mitt, and opened the oven door. The enticing smell of cooked seafood with basil, garlic, and vegetables wafted out. Isak's stomach let out a happy growl. He carefully took the tray out and set it on top of the oven, then closed the door. "These need a few moments to cool; do you want to use the stove to cook your -- food?"