[Sherlock wouldn't blame him for laughing either, he thought the whole thing was fairly mad. Probably even more mad than being yanked into another world and given powers.]

Ah. Well, that's good to know. I'd rather not end up in jail or something for causing some incident or another--

[Considering that he was recently in solitary, that was certainly something he'd rather not repeat. Ever.]

I'm not sure I--

[The microwave whined and the little plate spun wildly, as the digital display seemed to activate every setting at once. Sherlock's eyes widened, and he nearly dropped his coffee, setting it down on a shelf before trying to smash the 'Stop' button. He could feel a strange, sort of static-shock connection with his fingers when he touched it, and it immediately turned off. Could be a glitch, could be a broken old machine, or it could be him. Occam's Razor...]

The microwave, it...

[He swallowed. He turned the screen so John could see the thing better. Frowning as he dropped his hand down, and tried to just 'will' it to turn on and the timer to go for thirty seconds. Why not try?

It spazzed and sparked a bit, but it followed his commands. Sherlock's eyes widened further, a slight smirk at the corner of his lips. Well.]