Bah, had to run upstairs to extinguish some flaming kitchenware. See, Nick only sets his shirt on fire. Well, it wasn't flaming, per se. By the time I got upstairs, the kitchen was filling with smoke, and when I took the pot off the stove, there was this lump of molten metal on the coil. SO. You can sort of figure stuff is burning. And apparently there's now a ragged charred hole in the bottom of the pot. Strange, it wasn't there before. But the sticky rice I was cooking is still tasty, if you scrape the black crust off the bottom. HOO-ah.