A Matter Of Convenience

"That's ... that's frightfully precise control you have there, Hivir."

If Venh was left sitting in awkward silence at the table-stone while Hivir turned the hunk of bread this way and that, sighing tiny flames; well, it couldn't be helped.

Soon, he was pleased with the results: perfectly golden-toasted outside, soft warm inside. He handed it to Venh, chuckling.

"It takes practice.

"I do like using human hands, mind. So much easier to handle the bread."

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