Akira was concentrating on watching the microwave and didn't realize that Hiyoko was thinking of something at all. The microwave was still a fascinating object to him. It didn't get hot on the outside, yet the food inside did get hot. And it was spinning too. His tail was swaying at the same speed as the spinning dish in the microwave. Surely he did look like a little kid now, but he had so seldomly seen a microwave working up close until now.