He shrugged. "Guess I just don't listen!" He carefully took 2 slices of toast, and looking as little as possible grabbed the peanut butter and slathered most of it over his slices. "Sorry. Love this stuff." He carefully bit into the toast, nodding and smiling after chewing for a few seconds. "I was expecting it to taste...well, different."<br/><br/>After he'd finished, he glanced at Ella again. "As soon as you've stopped being a toaster, I'll take you up on that offer, but I have to ring someone first. Do<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>attempt to do so when I'm on the phone." Grinning, he pulled out his phone and dialled Ptricia's number, thumping his footpaw on the ground. "I trust all heritage sites are arranged the way they were last night?" he asked when she picked up, grinning.