Fiona's wisdom was shown when she stepped into the break room and grabbed a slice of bread from near the toaster, gracefully dodging the typhoon of breakfast implements.  She was not really a toast girl, anyway.  With the utmost precision, she walked up to the mug and eased it into its proper spot in the coffee machine.<br/><br/>"Morning," she said and signed at the same time.  She was still wearing pink pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt that she probably had gotten from her pudgier ex-boyfriend, judging by the way it nearly hung to her knees.  She managed to keep her hands from talking while she delivered a happy admonishment.  "Try not to blow up another coffee machine.  I had to buy this one, and I didn't cheap out when I got this one."<br/><br/>Even though she said that, she still smiled as she had a seat and chewed on her white bread.