"But is she sure it was an accurate measurement?" Val wanted to know. "You know you grow a little every minute," she held up her hand, then moved it up, "and who's to say her oven measurements aren't out of date, anyway? That could be dangerous for her, too. Maybe you should see if she has everything in order."

Val's dads didn't talk about Fandom all that much, but she'd heard enough passing mentions of the horrors of such and such's cooking to piece together a not entirely flattering image of Fandom cuisine.