As he had half expected, the spell did nothing. That was fine, it was, but it meant that now Kyle needed to mess with with the dials. The oven looked broken, too old to work, but the riddle made it sound like it was still plenty dangerous to be fiddling around with. But that was what he needed to do.

Switching positions so that he was kneeling in front of the oven instead of squatting there, Kyle took hold of the shiny oven dial and, after giving it an experimental tug, he twisted it carefully into the on position.