Is it really any wiggier than the microwave? I mean, cooking without fire. Who'da thunk it? [ She's teasing, of course. She reaches over to pet Amaranth in the seat beside her, glancing past her out the window, then smiling down at the cat. ] Modern convenience at its finest. And when I say finest, believe me. Usually one one of these things you're crammed in like sardines and barely get breathing room.