Presently she pattered after him and became domestic.  The steak was waiting in the package lift; with it were pre-baked potatoes ready to be popped into short-wave.  She tossed the salad, handed it to the refrigerator, then set up a combination on the stove to grill the steak and have the potatoes hot simultaneously, but did not start the cycle. "Ben, doesn't this stove have a remote control?"