Doris watched him closely as he got to work, directing the toast with his wand. He might think it was simple and stupid, but she’d rather describe it as precise and imaginative. She wasn’t surprised though, as it was symptomatic of Caradoc’s habit of not giving himself enough (or any) credit. “I would certainly not say that it’s nothing or that it’s stupid,” she protested. “It probably is too soon for the bridge, sorry, but I’d love to see an Eiffel Tower. I wonder what food you’d use to build it.” A waitress passed by their table, on her way to the clients on their right, and a quick dash of colour on the plate she was carrying inspired Doris. “What about carrot sticks?”