Gaze into my Crystal Ball

A few minutes ago, I walked out of my office and up to the kitchenette to wash my hands for lunch. My co-worker, Darrell, was standing at the other end of the counter, in front of the microwave, heating his lunch. I asked him, "what are you having for lunch?" then quickly said, "no, don't tell me. I want to guess."

So, I stood about three feet away from the side of the microwave (I couldn't see the front), and tried to guess based on the smells emanating from the side vent. After a few moments...

Some kind of pasta?

Yes.

Broccoli?

Yes. {Laughs}

A white cheesy cream sauce?

Yes!

Oh, and cubed chicken!

Yes! {As he pulls this out of the trash}

Darrell's response to this? If it were the Middle Ages, we'd be burning you at the stake right now...