"Both when and where," River murmured. "Distance and time have both retracted, curling in on themselves to make my presence here possible. There was a great deal to curl." She frowned slightly. "And we have nothing of this make and model," River said, staring at the toaster with great fascination as she adjusted the setting. She wasn't certain why this particular instrument had caught her attention so strongly when there were plenty of others in the kitchen that were just as foreign and fascinating, but decided that it was because of her direct interaction with it and how she had been forced to quickly understand it's inner workings that was causing the sudden fascination. "The placement of the heating filament is most ingenious, if somewhat dangerous. Wear and use will cause the latches and springs to grow weary, not longer function to their full use. Burnt hands to correspond to the burnt wheat..." she turned her head slightly to Tyler, watching as he divvied up the food, and licked her lips somewhat absently before she turned back to her staring at the toaster. "How does it indicate-"
She gave a soft shriek, and backed up as very suddenly the toast popped out. Swallowing heavily, she decided that answered her question, and wondered, really, what she had been expecting. She'd seen the mechanism. But she'd thought that she would have to be the one to indicate to the toaster that it could complete it's cycle by pulling the lever back up. Apparently not.