"Crisping." He echoes, mostly to himself. He does scowl at being called on his startle, but hardly fusses more than that. "It's going to take it from frozen to cooked in a couple of minutes?"

Wild. Though he can kind of do the same thing- given it would be incinerated, not cooked.

"Okay." He braces himself for it to be done, hovering awkwardly, watching it rotate oddly inside the glowing box. When it does ring, he still squints at it, grimacing at the unpleasant sound.

Even more so, despite that indeed, the thing does feel quite hot to the touch, when he bites into it, the center is still ice cold. He doesn't say anything. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. Or not. Who knows. He doesn't want to complain at this point, food is food, and this is... oddly satisfying. It's buttery and full of more cheese than he could even consider putting in any one dish alone.

"Thank you." He mumbles, once he's finished a few bites of it. It still feels like a terribly strange dream. Still, Cid is here, right in front of him, alive and well like he never even left. Which is to say, Clive stares at him, uninterrupted, even as he eats his weird little meat pastry.