"Morning, Rabbit," half a piece of toast still in hand, setting it down on the plate within her reach. That toaster had been scooted within her reach as well, just for easy access so she didn't have to tilt it forward or anything of the sort.

Her head tilted, licking a bit of jam away from her thumb, "Making toast, like I do most every other morning around this time. It's a marverlous way to start the day, and the toaster is just as marvelous, you know?"

Rabbit, what is your girlfriend. Seriously.