Toki nodded to Soren's worry and patted him on the back, hugging him tight. "Of course I'll stay healthy. Now that I have Sada, I'll be healthy and with him for as long as he wants me." He spoke Swedish better than English, and Norwegian better than the other two. He knew how hard it must have been for Skwisgaar, how the older guitarist must have worried so horribly. He knew it so well, that he banked on Skwisgaar's loneliness to bring him back. He knew full well that he'd die before the Swede, Skwisgaar told him that when he was younger. So it was his plan all along.
"I can makes waffles!" Toki said with a chirp, "An' dey has flour an' milk an' eggs already, so I can makes dem jus' fine." He plucked up the small plastic basket of berries and set it into the cart as well. "If he don't gots a waffle iron, I gunna shoot him. An' why's you so happy about making toasts? You never learns before?"