Kate laughs, although she isn't exactly sure why, mostly because Effy seems as confused as she is about what temperature to set the oven at. It makes it seem like it's not such a big deal -- which it isn't, really, she's just being weirdly sensitive about the stupidest things lately -- and she leans against the counter for a second, trying to remember.

"Maybe three-fifty?" she guesses, figuring if it's wrong, they can just bake it for longer or for less time or whatever it takes to make sure they're not a mess. "I think it said something like that. Three-fifty for half an hour and if they're rock hard burned pucks then I'll just give them to Danny and Jeff and pretend it's a super nice present and if they tell me they're gross, they'll be hurting my feelings," she says, grinning. The both of them would probably eat the brownies just to avoid upsetting her, she thinks, which probably means she shouldn't give them to them.