Devero doesn't take it at first, too busy yanking up the base layer of the armor to examine the stretch of his abs. The burns he's expecting are absent. There are no physical marks at all.

His gaze is a little bleary as he finally raises his gaze back to Trunks. He blinks several times at the innocuous little bean in his friend's hand. "This is it?" he asks, reaching up to take it.