Neither of them spoke as Catskill unrolled their sleeping bags or Amanita got the fire working. The atmosphere of the place weighed too heavily on them. When Amanita asked if Catskill wanted rye toast and Catskill agreed, or when Catskill explained that the cabinet had food that was still good and Amanita could have what she wanted, they spoke tersely, unwilling to disrupt the silence too much. At least the toast was good.