Click goes the dial under Methos's hand, the oven falling immediately silent and dark with the half-baked bread still inside. How easy it is to snuff something out! The heat that had radiated from the oven dissipates shockingly quickly despite there being no sound of a fan to cool the oven now that it's been turned off.

Bryn turns easily enough under Beau's hand, but his eyes stare through her. "They'll be the last," he says, voice suddenly clear, as though the words were drawn from him in response to her question despite his apparent unawareness of her presence. "That's going to be the last batch."

His face crumples and he lets out a sob even as he's already wiping at his face and moving to climb to his feet. Then click - click - click go the other dials under Eda's fingers, all the ovens falling silent. Their closed doors are still hungry, but a chill sweeps through the overheated kitchen. Bryn whips his head to see what just happened, then surges to his feet with a howl of rage and terror.

"No! I'm not done yet! That's not fair, I still have more time!"

Unless he's stopped, he's immediately taking off in the direction of the ovens.