"Thank you, ma'am," he replied solemnly, accepting the box and carefully placing a toothpick smack dab in the center of what could best be considered the chest of each Peep. He nodded, pleased with his work, then closed the door of the microwave. "Thirty seconds, I think?" he asked, the question aimed more towards himself than anyone else in the room, and extended a finger over the appropriate button. "Places, everyone. Hold onto your hairpieces, ladies and gentlemen, it's gonna be a bumpy ride. Everyone ready? Any questions? Speak now or forever hold your peas and carrots. Nothing? Good. One and a two and a-" He flashed a grin Daryl's way before pressing the button, and took a step back to watch as the confections went around and around, expanding the longer they sat. He stood in place, watching raptly, cheering on first one then the other until finally, with a small "pop", both Peeps burst, leaving smears of molten marshmallow across the glass. Harry let out a noise that could best be categorized as a "cackle", eyes shining in delighted amusement, then looked at Daryl, fully expecting her to feel the same about it. "Didja see? They just...'pop'!" He mimed an explosion, then dissolved into another cackling fit, entire body shaking as he tried to contain it somewhat.