Dan's eyes filled with a sort of excitement but also a little un-sureness while staring at the toaster.<span style="font-style: italic">I still haven't even touched on my telekinesis...</span>He thought, zoning out again while eyeing the small machine in front of him.<span style="font-style: italic">Is this even iron? I highly doubt the covering is... Maybe the cradles for the food are?</span><br/><br/>He felt a pair of eyes on him and looked up to see Thea. Dan waited for her to finish and he mumbled: "They must have some protection right? It might be quite a few days before I can fry anything, I'll even have to be within five or ten feet to do so." Realizing that he may not have said this loud enough, he spoke up again to an easily audible level.<br/><br/>Switching focus back to the toaster, he tried the method he used with the washer but with a bit more power - nothing. Again he tried with as much power as he could scrap together with no use. He looked up to make sure no-one was watching before trying with a different approach: He focused on a point outside of the metal and tried to pull it in. Dan held it there until it moved - maybe it was only a few millimeters - but it moved!<br/><br/>"I guess practice does make perfe-" Dan started before being interrupted by a throbbing headache, "Agh, The pain means it's working, right? I hope so..." He hoped it was not a chip malfunction of some sort and closed his eyes for a few seconds before trying again.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not stopping until I can lift this three feet in the air...</span><br/><br/>Despite the pain, he worked through it slowly moving the toaster around the table, millimeter by millimeter. His vision went blurry and his ears rung but he still moved it around and around until he fell forward and blacked out momentarily. "I'm fine!" Dan shouted after darting up from the table. "Dammit that didn't help it either..." The head rush hit and he sat back down: "I think I'll just... sit here... for a while."