With a slight nod, Leon took another drink of his tea and swiftly refilled the cup while the tray was non-functional. He half expected the thing to roar back to life and explode the moment he touched it. Samson's smaller creations tended to cause him some level of discomfort. The lack of time put into them and their tendency to malfunction was reason enough to be wary. The amount of heat that had been given off by the tray prior to the end of its life was just an added layer of discomfort.<br/><br/>"You know, these things wouldn't be so bad if he put more than a few hours' work into them," He mumbled. The idea of an automated tea tray was good, and it worked well enough during its time at the gathering, but the risks and sudden self-destruction of the machine made it terribly nonviable. Leon sincerely hoped that the town's defenses would have a quality closer to Samson's larger, more important inventions.