Julia sliced off three chunks of butter and placed them on her toast like bits of cheese. She put another piece of fresh toast on top, and placed her knife down, and waited.

Zigborg, sitting politely at the other end of the table, watched. He watched the butter and he watched the toast, and he watched Julia watching the toast and the butter, and then, he waited.

“Grglblrghbl?”

“Not now, Zigborg.”

“Gbrbrgbgblrbg gbrbgbl?”

“It’s so that the butter melts and then I can spread it more easily.”

“Gbrlbrbrblrgblr?”

“About a minute or so. Would you like some?”

“Gtgbbgblrbgb!”

And Julia grabbed another couple of slices of bread from the basket, and put them in the toaster, and then deconstructed her bread sandwich and spread the soft butter smoothly on each slice, and gave one to Zigborg.

“Grbrlbhgblrg!”