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The smell of toast filled the kitchen.
Apron-clad, Elan paced about the room waiting for the tea, muttering to himself regarding a particular contentious paper that he had not had, nor ever would have, time to answer. This thought struck him as sad and so he buried it. All of the papers he would never write... three centuries was so little time to properly immerse oneself in all the learning he wanted.
The metal ring of the toaster evulsed him from his reverie.
It would not do to let the toast burn.
Not at all.
Apron-clad, Elan paced about the room waiting for the tea, muttering to himself regarding a particular contentious paper that he had not had, nor ever would have, time to answer. This thought struck him as sad and so he buried it. All of the papers he would never write... three centuries was so little time to properly immerse oneself in all the learning he wanted.
The metal ring of the toaster evulsed him from his reverie.
It would not do to let the toast burn.
Not at all.