“I think I can manage that,” said Murray.

“That way, we won’t have any cooking accidents,” said Trudi.

She turned the oven on, and then looked in at the oven.

“Is there something else you need to know?” asked Murray.

“I just realised that you won’t be able to stand or sit or lie comfortably on the narrow rungs of the oven shelf. You might even fall through,” said Trudi.

“The giantess put us on a baking dish,” said Murray.

“I know just the thing,” said Trudi, and fetched one from the cupboard.

She put Murray onto it and slid it into the oven.

“It’s quite a comparison for me to think about while I’m waiting in here,” he said, looking out at her, “In less than two days, in my own personal memories, I’ve gone from watching a giantess eating you to the point where I’ll soon be watching you eating me. Her mouth looked okay, but I’d much rather be eaten by yours ... given that I have to be eaten at all,” he said.

“I understand your sentiments, and thank you for the comparative compliment,” said Trudi, “Give me a good wave when you’ve reached the optimum temparature, and we’ll go ahead from there.”

He watched the oven door closing, lay back in the dish and watched Trudi pull a chair over from the kitchen table, sit on it with a contented and slightly amused look in her eyes, and cross her legs. This gesture made a little more of her calves visible below the end of her fairly long skirt, and he recalled the view he’d had of her lower legs when dress had been swaying while she had chased him in the garden behind her back verandah the day before. She was incredibly arousing, even with her current reinstated plans for him.

When the time had come to avoid being overcooked, he began to wave, with the knowledge that averting oven burns would be done at the cost of expediting his journey to her stomach.

She carried him to the table in the dish, sat down and smiled at him.

“I know that you were saving yourself as well as me from that alternate future, when you time travelled. But nonetheless, thank you for all that you’ve done, especially for warning me. You ultimately haven’t saved yourself from being eaten by warning me, just placed yourself in the hands of a more attractive diner, going by what you said in the kitchen. I’ll always be grateful for my new lease on an alternate timeline life, even though I’m not going to pass up this unique dinner date experience by sparing you,” said Trudi.

“Your other future self told me a lot of the story arcs of the full series of the show, while we were walking in the Irish forest. I’ve just realised that I’ll never see any of those episodes now,” said Murray.

Trudi giggled down at him.

“Then I’ll offer you the guest starring role in the Mountains Family Lost Dinnertime Episode,” she said.