"Over here." Eryx directed, seemingly from nowhere. The riddle was simple, when you had infinite time to think of the answer. He looked about the counters and pointed to the microwave. "Rapid heating without use of flame, but not a stove, this is what we have. Near instant heat through microwave radiation." He cracked hos neck, wherever he'd been his face was bruised and his lip bloody, though the agitated look in hisneyes might suggest he'd prefer not to speak of it.