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[healedbythelight]

[There's a loud slam as the journal seemingly falls to the ground, starting the recording function. The first thing it picks up is stumbling, followed by frantic screaming. Loud, frantic screaming.]

F-FIRE! FIIIRE!

The bread machine is on fire!

[And cue hurried footsteps as Cheria rushes off to try and find water. She tried putting bread that was already buttered into the toaster, in hopes it would save time and make the toast tastier. Suffice it to say, this didn't end well.]

Comments

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Well you didn't burn the house down. That's always a plus.

[healedbythelight]

I... I didn't mean to... [She has no clue what to say to that, so she just hangs her head again.] My sincerest apologies.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Okay. [He waves off the apology.] You're forgiven, etc. etc.

[healedbythelight]

[That didn't soothe Cheria's concerns much. What a way to leave an impression on Richard's good friend.]

This electricity is extremely dangerous. Do machines catch fire often?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Only when someone doesn't handle them properly.

...But I guess you're not used to that sort of thing, huh.

[healedbythelight]

I'm afraid not. Our country has very little technology, nor does our world have anything quite like electricity.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Then it's not entirely your fault that you don't know what to do with it, I guess.

You'll learn.

[Hopefully.]

[healedbythelight]

Yes, I hope so... Perhaps I can find some books on the matter in the library.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Best way to learn is just to watch others use them, though.

[healedbythelight]

I suppose... [Speaking of which...] I'll retrieve a new bread machine from the store as soon as possible. Please, wait a bit longer.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Eh. I'm in no hurry for toast. Don't worry about it.