"Come on, man!" Katie says as I peer into the broiler at the shepherd's pie I've made. "You have to leave it in there for longer."
"I worry about it burning, though," I say, shutting the broiler door and we settle on the kitchen floor in front of the oven, and Katie pulls out her phone.
"Siri, set a timer for three minutes," she says.
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