Me: That Hot Pocket smells very hot-pockety*.
Son: It's very hot.
Me: Yeah, that's why they call it Hot Pocket. It's so people can't sue when they bite into the liquid hot-magma interior.
Son: What if you eat it cold?
Me: Then it's a Cold Hot Pocket. And then the Universe would implode.
*yes. hot-pockety is a distinct smell. It's the smell of nitro-hot nameless uncertain contents wrapped in an out layer of faux crust that tastes not entirely unlike parchment paper. Not that I make a habit out of eating parchment paper. Usually.