Ezio is no stranger to crypts and tombs, where even if the bodies are long rotted away, the dark and moist caverns flourish with terrible smells just the same. He wanders through the kitchen and steps into the pantry, finding it somewhat similar, with loafs of bread so far past moulding that they've hardened over like stone. When he steps back out, he looks at the microwave and doesn't even recognize it for a moment.

And then, dawning realization: "Oh. The micro-round."

He makes a little spinning gesture with a finger.