"Toast," Kali said, out of the blue, "Does anyone want toast?"
"Oooh, I do!" Lith answered.
Kali pulled out the toaster that she always carried in a sturdy
black bag, slung across her back. She plugged it into the wall and
popped in some of the bread that she carried in a special outer pocket
of the bag. From other compartments, she retrieved a knife, some
butter, and some cinnamon.
"What do you want on it?"
"Both, please."
She went into an odd chant and buttered and cinnamoned both
pieces. She wiped the knife off with a wet napkin and replaced it and
all the other toast paraphernalia.
"I need some more bread..."
Pete shook his head. "Um, I think I've got some." He got up and
went to the cupboard where he had stashed some food basics, among them
a loaf of bread. Kali took five or six pieces and stowed them
carefully while he tossed the bread back into the cupboard. That was
another thing he could never understand. The toast thing. Kali was
forever calling toast breaks, completely out of the blue, and whipping
her toaster off of her back. He had asked her once what powered it,
and she had replied that she had some solar cells on the pack that
were wired to the toaster, so she had a perpetual supply of energy for
it. Lith enjoyed toast as well, although she was never quite so
fanatic about it.
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