Paul dialed lasagna on his omnitrex and aimed it at his plate. the beam lined the plate back and forth in it's odd fashion, 'jetting condensed matter in waves upon waves, layers upon layers on the dinnerware, itself having just been trexed out just five minutes ago. A real nice earthenware piece, too. Genuine licensed Frankoma reproduction. Infrared from the trex was heating up the lower layers of noodles and sauce even as it was developing more noodly goodness. Gawd, did it smell good and wasn't Paul's mouth watering when>ding!<
The process stopped. nothing further was being trexed. "ShightAlmighty!" Paul yelled, looking at the device's output. His food subscription, it seemed, was out of cred, and his bank just sent them notice of insufficent funds. "Crap." muttered Paul. One noodle it is, then.