[Interesting. The circles are turning red. Bertolt reaches out and touches one, immediately yanking his hand back with a hiss when it burns his fingers. A wisp of steam later and the burns are gone, and he passes his hand back and forth over the circles, feeling the different degrees of heat rising off them. He turns off the one he had turned to 1, to see if it cools down, and starts cracking eggs into a skillet that was sitting near the sink.]
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