Angie leans into the kiss, drawing it out as long as she can, before she can't keep pretending any longer that smoke isn't coming out from the corners of the oven door.

"Mmm... Let's not burn our house down before you get a chance to take me flying."

She smirks, finally pulling away to grab an oven mitt and open the oven, waving away the smoke as best as she can as she reaches in to grab the now-ruined sausages.