I come with lights and silver hands, Where time stands still at soft commands. I cut to heal, I harm to mend, A careful start to save the end.

Scientists, pockets, engines, and bottles have this in common with me.

I start out small and quiet, snug in my shell, then I dance and I leap when the heat makes me swell. I’m buttery or sweet, in a bowl or a sack, movie nights aren’t complete if I’m not coming back.

My lifespan is short unless I'm made by man. I come in all shapes and sizes, I can even be a fan! I am only a part of a family line. I can even grow from a vine!

Often a warm, welcoming place, some consider me the heart of the home. Watch out - if there are too many cooks in me, dinner may be a disaster!