[ In his mind, X’rhun sees the microwave as a tiny oven. While novel, he’s not sure why it’s necessary. ]

Ah… famished, actually. It’s been a rather long day.

[ Portals and orientations and trying to figure out the what half the stuff he was encountering on the city streets even was. He’s might sleep like the dead, or he might never sleep again while trying to make sense of it all. It’s hard to tell. ]

But you needn’t worry yourself on my account. I can find a meal of my own, and you can show me how this contraption works at some other juncture.