Michael hands over the sweaters. (The sweaters themselves are slightly burny, as Michael knitted them for Charity himself. But they don't seem to do anything past mild burny discomfort.)

In the process, his hand brushes Buttercup's, leaving behind a wide patch of blackened skin and the smell of burning meat. "Oh! Oh, no, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- oh dear. Would you like a bandage?"