Amusement was just the tip of the iceberg in describing what Oskar felt in following Jane and her meanderings through his home.  After a bathroom break and numerous questions, switches were her new chew-toy.  Understandably so, since one never knew what would happen when flipping one on.  This defined Jane perfectly, as she seemed to hold each and every switch in pure, innocent wonder.  However, the garbage disposal replied in furious anger at being turned on with no food scraps to follow.  Unsurprisingly, its noise would shock anyone not accustomed to one, such as Jane.  Which explains why she ran from the room with a scream, not bothering to turn it off.  Not even trying, for that matter.<br/><br/>Once he caught up to her, he felt it necessary to explain to never, ever stick her hand in there.  With the disposal on, her hand would not return to her in one piece.  Oskar clarified what purpose it served, and after she briefly recoiled in horror, she nodded in understanding.<br/><br/>While Jane made herself comfortable on the couch, he confirmed the time and checked the TV guide.  Excellent! he thought rather excitedly.  One of his all-time favorite movies was on right now, and he decided she could use a treat of sorts after her harrowing experience with the garbage disposal.  Remote controller in hand, he flicked on his 55-inch flat-screen television.<br/><br/>As<i>The Princess Bride </i>flickered on, they were just in time to hear Westley respond to Inigo,<i>You seem a decent fellow.  I hate to die.  </i>Swordplay then commenced shortly thereafter, with the clashing of steel on steel.  And once again, Jane’s jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as the figures danced across the screen.