Today just keeps getting better.
I was lazy/frugal for dinner and warmed some French onion soup we'd had in the fridge for a while. After ladling out the boiling soup for the three of us, I thought it would be prudent to delay Sylvia trying the soup. So, I said, "let's pray!"
Sylvia, in her rush to fold her arms, caught the bowl of soup and dumped it down her side, from her shoulder to her hip.
Following a cool bath and a couple of consolation band-aids, Sylvia's back to normal, and the red, burned skin is back to its normal hue, so apparently her clothing was enough of a buffer, or we got the scalding soup off quickly enough to avoid real hurt.
Thank heavens for small mercies.