"I'll never walk again, will I?" I asked, looking woefully down at my ravaged feet. "You will," Jesse said. "Just not for a day or two. Those burns look very painful. They'll need butter." "Butter?" I wrinkled my nose. "The best treatment for burns like those is butter," Jesse said. "Uh," I said. "Maybe back in 1850. Now we tend to rely on the healing power of Neosporin. There's a tube of it in my medicine cabinet behind you."