Rosa's side-eye was getting a pretty good work-out in her current state; she supposed it was the best she could do when she not only couldn't speak, but also had a big chunk of meat in her mouth. Hopeless, absolutely hopeless. Well, maybe not entirely, at least she knew how to turn the oven on.

She was then eyeing the plate a little dubiously; it didn't look like it should go in the oven, but at the same time, it wouldn't be in there for very long or anything, so, sure, why not? She dropped the meat onto it, licking whatever juices had managed to melt from off her chin.