[Alec snatched up the dough Seregil had used on his finger. That was an interesting sensation. The scattered appliance was momentarily forgotten as Alec pressed the dough back and forth between his hands, pulling and rolling it against his palms, but after a few seconds, he found that it was easy enough to play with this nonsense and survey the parts on the bed.]

At least Illia has an excuse. She's a child.

[Alec nodded to the bed and pointed out a long coil of heating element.]

I haven't a clue what the purpose of this thing is, but a current runs through these filaments to heat it. I'd venture it's for pastries, judging by the size, but it seems an awful waste of space for just that...