Amami bent down slightly and accepted the rice cooker, saying "Arigatou, Sume-chan." Looking it over for a moment, it was then when Vernon came out from under the table. Had...he been there a moment ago? Amami was fairly certain that he hadn't been, but with his crazy inventions he may've been in Norway a moment ago for all she knew. And then came the pressing of the button, with Amami immediately placing her body between Mishi, the one she was most worried about, and the device while her free hand trained a pistol on the invention. She sighed with relief when, instead of blowing up, a piece of toast popped out. However, something about this gave her a bad vibe, most likely the fact that just because it hadn't blown up, didn't mean it hadn't produced irradiated toast or something. "Uhhh...Vern-chan....what did you use to make this machine?"

She still couldn't remember what had happened last time she'd eaten something from one of Vernon's inventions, but she was told that she'd acted like a completely different person for the next week. To this day, she didn't dare ask what they meant, for fear it was something embarrassing. She shook her head to get the potential images of what she may have done out of her head, and eyed the toast warily. This could be some elaborate trap, or something worse, just a mistake! It was better when Vernon "messed up" intentionally because that meant, at least, the odds of there being permanent damage were minimal. But in the, not uncommon, event of a malfunction....well, more than a few times she'd had to shoot out wires from across the room, to the point that she'd begun to view Vernon almost like a trainer.