Celty opens up the last window and tells Hadand, You can't improve if you don't learn and practice. She takes two more slices of bread on her way back over to the toaster, pops them in, and beckons for Hadand to watch.
Always start on the lowest setting when you aren't sure, she explains, turning the dial and pressing the lever down. You can always put let it toast longer afterwards. If you smell burning... She flicks the lever back up and the toast hops up with a ping! sound. Celty adds, Do this before it starts smoking, ideally, or it could catch fire. She steps aside and gestures towards the toaster so Hadand can give it another shot—under supervision, this time.
"I do practice, I just don't expect to ever be as good with a pan as I am with a knife. I've had years of practice with those." Hadand sees that watchful gaze, even without a view of the eyes doing the seeing. No one has ever felt the need to supervise her so closely, as if disaster will strike should she be left to her own devices. She's been responsible and competent for as long as she can remember, raised to it.
Hadand can follow instructions well enough, and soon she has two slices of bread toasted without incident. "Would you like to eat one?" she offers, adding, "I can put anything on it you like."
Of course, that would entail taking off the helmet. Somehow Hadand doubts Celty will take her up on it, but offering seemed polite anyway.
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Always start on the lowest setting when you aren't sure, she explains, turning the dial and pressing the lever down. You can always put let it toast longer afterwards. If you smell burning... She flicks the lever back up and the toast hops up with a ping! sound. Celty adds, Do this before it starts smoking, ideally, or it could catch fire. She steps aside and gestures towards the toaster so Hadand can give it another shot—under supervision, this time.
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Hadand can follow instructions well enough, and soon she has two slices of bread toasted without incident. "Would you like to eat one?" she offers, adding, "I can put anything on it you like."
Of course, that would entail taking off the helmet. Somehow Hadand doubts Celty will take her up on it, but offering seemed polite anyway.