Something New

Prompt: Write a dialogue between toast and french toast.
Fiction
**Warning**: This piece may trigger feelings in anyone who has strong opinions about either of these breakfast breads.

"How dare you."

"Excuse me?"

"How dare you!" The anger was evident the first time he spoke, but it was hostile the second time.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," the crispy piece of French toast said mildly. He was hoping to bring things down a notch.

"Yes you do!" the piece of toast said accusingly. "You know exactly what you did! It's all over you!" the toast sneered, gesturing toward the French toast. I would call the two of them cousins but the toast would turn his ire on me and I don't need that right now, the crusty old curmudgeon. I'm trying to narrate a story.

The French toast looked down at himself and back up at Toast.

"What? These toast marks? I got them same as you!" he said matter-of-factly.

"No! No!" Toast combated. "I was toasted. You... you were dipped... and fried! You just, just laid there and let them flip you. You're a disgrace!"

French could see this was escalating and wanted to fix that quickly, before Toast drew more attention to the situation. Jam and Butter were already looking over at them quizzically.

"Why don't we go get a drink and talk about it. I know this seems kinda weird at first," French offered with a forced chuckle.

"Uh uh! No way!" Toast said, leaning a little away, a few crumbs falling off his sides. "I know how this works! Make me your friend, cozy up to me, convince me to 'see your side of things.' No chance bud! Not interested! I don't need that soggy mess rubbing off on me!" Toast was resolute. French noticed his toast marks were a shade darker than before.

"Okay. I'm just gonna head out. Sorry if I offended you Toast. I hope you have a good day." And he meant it. "I'll see you around." He turned to leave.

"You'd better not!" Toast hollered at him. French shook his head and winced for a moment as he walked away.

"What was that all about?" asked OJ when he made it to her pitcher.

"Ohhh, just Toast," French sighed. "I guess he's never seen one of us like this before," he said, gesturing to himself.

OJ gave him a once over. "Looks good on you," she said with a tone meant to close the subject. French ignored it.

"I even apologised to him," French moaned, grimacing at his timidity.

"When did you get so soft?" asked OJ.

"About eight seconds after they dipped me in the egg bath," he replied.

"Ya," OJ nodded.

"Ya," French sighed.