"Pulse," Magnus repeats. The button -- it's really more of a lever -- did a single little whir and then stopped. That's maybe a pulse? Experimentally, he flips it the other way.

It latches in and keeps going. Hastily he flips it down again. "Okay. Pulse." He pulses it six more times, then grins at Lan Wangji, proud of figuring out the food processor.