One moment I put the bread in, and pressed the lever down -- it's a, ah, a mechanical toaster. You've seen them? But then before I knew it, the toast just shot out everywhere. Dreadful. I set up a card house for the next batch.
The electrical sort? I've seen one in a window, but never with springs! It's so delightfully novel. I suppose that I ought to warn Merope of it. I was looking for a good fork for it, but to no avail.
The springs are a bit surprising at first, aren't they? At home, we've an electrical one that cooks one side of the bread, and then you flip it over. I rather prefer what they've come up with here. Much less likely to burn your fingertips.
I've never tried making toast with a fork. It seems as though it might be more trouble than it's worth.
It certainly sounds so. Handling one's breakfast with protective gloves would grow old; as does, I'll admit, roasting bread on a glorified spit. Far more entertaining to jab your brother with it --
-- In theory, naturally. As a gentleman of premier and earnest dignity I speak only of the hypothetical.
I suppose I ought to ask, have you heard the latest of the rumour mill? Talk of another journey from the city.
I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
Then I suppose that it's settled, once some preparations are seen to. I want some samples from the site -- I assume you will, as well?
I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
Oh, of course. I've got some containers, a camera, plenty of writing paper...I'm hoping it will be a bit more scientific than some of our other ventures.
Very good. Leonar--er. Doctor McCoy hasn't been on an expedition out before.
Exactly. And the general assumption here seems to be that exploring should mean mucking about in the wilderness and making no lasting record of the place.
[Gawd, Albus, this is embarrassing.]
Yes--yes, I have tea with him sometimes. [Weekly.] We'll be lucky to have a doctor with us.
I think you're quite right about that, much as I hope we'll not have need of his skills. Did you promise him tea abroad?
[ Okay, he's now he's just teasing. He hopes, privately, they're upon casual enough terms for it -- but frankly, after the trouble with the runes, he's rather given up on more than cursory formality. ]
He's rather friendly. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to chat while we're traipsing through the canyon. [It's said kindly--as before, with something of a smile to it--rather than as a dismissal.]
Of course not--nor terribly realistic. [And she can't say she can't imagine how he'd fail to get along with people, because...well. She can see quite well how that might happen.] But I don't think you'd have that problem in this case.
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I've never tried making toast with a fork. It seems as though it might be more trouble than it's worth.
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-- In theory, naturally. As a gentleman of premier and earnest dignity I speak only of the hypothetical.
I suppose I ought to ask, have you heard the latest of the rumour mill? Talk of another journey from the city.
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Now I'm all the gladder we didn't have toasting forks readily available. With my luck, my brother would have been jabbing me.
I have. Are you thinking of going?
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I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
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I always go when I have the chance--and this time, I've promised someone else I would. It'd be lovely to have you along, too.
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I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
A good promise, I hope.
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Very good. Leonar--er. Doctor McCoy hasn't been on an expedition out before.
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Ah, Dr. McCoy? I believe we've spoken briefly -- excellent work with the flood relief. It's good to hear that he'll be present.
[ A hint of inquiry tinges his tone, warm and gently prodding. Leonard, huh? ]
I didn't know the two of you acquainted.
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[Gawd, Albus, this is embarrassing.]
Yes--yes, I have tea with him sometimes. [Weekly.] We'll be lucky to have a doctor with us.
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[ Okay, he's now he's just teasing. He hopes, privately, they're upon casual enough terms for it -- but frankly, after the trouble with the runes, he's rather given up on more than cursory formality. ]
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[It's a bit of a parry, but a well-meant one.]
So, no.
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I'll be certain to see you stick to your vows.
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How kind of you.
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No, he's seemed an amiable sort on the network. I look forward to speaking -- and I'm quite glad you two have had the chance to.
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