"Do you?" Arthur perks up. "Can you make toast? I've been trying, but it's really hard. I think it's because bread doesn't know how to be toast before it goes in the toaster, because it worked in the toaster. I was going to give the scraps to the squid because he really likes toast, this man who could read his mind told me. My name's Arthur, by the way. What's yours?"

And he sticks out a slightly crumb-y hand.