James knows how to turn on the mini stove

Blink! My single eye cracked open. My puffy cheeks felt so full and warm. In front of me sat a tiny red stove with glowing yellow light under a pan filled with toy french fries. My gloved fingers twitched—hey, they actually move! I leaned forward impulsively and tapped the smooth round knob on the stove front. Click! The sound chimed delightfully right into my ears. I let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak of surprise and sat right there, hands cupped, staring at the golden fries.