[Wearing a long gown in a place with LARGE DOORS and infinitely long stairs took getting used to, so no, she's not mocking him.]
Micro... wave... [Processing. Something "small" in Greek... and "waves" in Italian... not a word she was entirely familiar with. The image she formed in her head was vague at best -- like asking a Saint to produce heat with his Cosmo and cook something in it. This however, made her undecided whether to berate herself for thinking that way or to laugh, so she feigned to be engaged in deep thought by covering the lower part of her face with her hand, elbow propped over the arm crossed by her chest. She took a deep breath --]
I think... I understand. An oven that has a different source of heat -- something that imitates the heat produced by fire. Perhaps you can show me sometime?