That said, chewing on these now cold and tough meat buns as
they were wouldn’t bring out any taste. After some thought, I
stretched out my left hand and chanted a command.

“System call. Generate thermal element.”

Even if it wasn’t enough for piton creation, there was
apparently enough space resources for creating a small thermal
element as a unreliable, flickering, orange point of light
appeared atop my palm. Bring the two meat buns held in my
hands closer to the thermal element, I started on the next
command.

“Bur…”

-st; before I could continue, a hand reaching out from my side
like a flash of lightning pinned down my mouth.

“Mghh!?”

“What are you, a moron?! They would be charred black in an
instant if you do that!”

(Alicization Dividing, 137)