Experimental Toast // The Bar

[halftwinkly]

THEN: Arthur made a brilliant discovery.

AND THEN: Arthur had tried to make toast. Literally, produce toast, on a plate. No matter how hard he tried, screwing up his face like someone trying to remember an answer in Trivial Pursuit, he couldn't even create a crumb. However, he could put bread in the toaster and have it come out as perfect toast, even after he noticed the toaster wasn't plugged in.

NOW: Arthur is in the Bar. Well, sort of. The Bar, on the basis that she isn't stupid, has put him in a little side room with tiled walls and floor. There are a number of objects in the room. Right now, Arthur is looking at a piece of bread very hard.

"Abracadabra!"

The bread explodes into croutons.

"...Oh dear."

There's a pile of similarly dispatched bread in a bowl next to him. The squid might like it, later on.

Comments

[missnicegirl]

"Maybe," says Matilda, "but I'm not sure we should. I mean, if we try to make a boiled egg and get it wrong, that's not a big deal, but if we try to make a kitten and get it wrong, it's not fair to the kitten."

[halftwinkly]

The look on Arthur's face as he considers this from all sides has to be seen to be believed. He looks down at the crystal again.

"I wonder if we could go there. Then we could bring things back ourself instead of hoping the place knows what we want."

[missnicegirl]

"It might not be the kind of place you can go to," says Matilda. "And if you try and it doesn't work you might just vanish forever."

[halftwinkly]

Arthur sighs.

"That's a shame. We could have taken GERTI and Skip could've come with us. He likes visiting new places as well."

Oh well, nothing can ever keep Arthur down for long.

"What do you want to do now?"