None of the things stop on their own, Poe.

Unless it has a timer. [ Like the microwave. Speaking of, Cassian's eyes glance up that way once the fire is put out and he can set the extinguisher down. ]

We'll order a new one tomorrow. Salad? Pasta? [ Yes? Cassian can cook those things on the stovetop, thankfully. Well. Salad doesn't need cooking but one catches the drift, here. ]