"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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