Then I said, Toaster, are you crazy?
Author's Note
Hit a snag in my writing, needed a way to unblock it, soooooo....somehow this came to mind.
Writing successfully unblocked.
Then I said, Toaster, are you crazy?
Twilight sat at her kitchen table, steaming mug of coffee in front of her, running the tip of her right hoof along its edge as she rested her chin on her left. Her gaze was fully occupied by her quiet companion, a small smile tugging at her lips as she batted her eyelashes at him.
He sat, in complete motionless silence, on the other end of the table. The steam from the mug of coffee resting between him and the alluringly smirking Twilight coated his gleaming silver plating with light condensation, and here and there the thin film of moisture had broken up and tiny droplets trickled slowly down towards the table. One could say it vastly resembled the perspiration that might form upon the brow of a nervous stallion.
"Don't be nervous, Toaster. I don't bite."
He gleamed back brightly in response, his silence intensifying to declare his feelings. Twilight blushed and giggled.
"Oh you...you certainly do know how charm a mare, don't you?"
Another droplet of moisture trickled down his surface, letting his silver plating absolutely glisten to its finest degree.
"Oh. You really think I'm beautiful?" Twilight was turning a darker shade of red as she dropped her gaze to the table with an embarrassed smile. "Well I- I don't think anypony has ever said that to me before."
She lifted her eyes back to his glistening form in time to catch the brilliant sparkle of a ray of sunlight as it glinted off his plating. Her face darkened to scarlet.
"You are very charming, and very handsome. I bet you make all the other toasters and creatures jealous."
She sipped her coffee slowly as he intensified his silence still more to give back his answer, the rays of light still dancing across him and make him take on something of a playing glint. She regarded him over the rim of her mug, contemplating their relationship.
He had been there for her for a long time. Always perfectly ready and willing to take the bread she slipped into his pristine slots and toast it to marvelous perfection. He never complained, never overdid his job, and he would have been absolutely steaming with rage if he were to ever accidentally, Celestia forbid, burn her precious toast.
No.
He took his duties very seriously and they had had excellent conversations together while she waited on her toast. True, he was much more a listener than a talker, but that did not make their conversations any less valuable to either of them. He listened in patient silence as she went on about her day, her latest princess duties, her friends' latest comical adventures, and whatever other topic she chose to regale him with.
At the end of the day, she would lovingly brush away any crumbs from his body, gently place him upon a soft pillow with an even softer blanket to cover him, and plant a gentle nuzzle against his plating before leaving him to rest. She loved this little ritual, and he never objected to any of it, accepting it with all the silent grace a toaster could possibly possess.
Twilight pulled herself back to the present with a soft cough. He was still there, waiting. Listening. Two more droplets escaped down his side.
"You are so adorable when you sweat." She reddened even more deeply. "Well! Um...I better be...getting back to princessing, so uh, I'll just-"
She got up and carefully picked him up, turning to place him on his usual counter top. However, something in his gleam today made her pause.
"Oh, you want to join me? Well, I- I guess that's ok."
She carried him to her library, placing him on her desk with great care, before selecting several books and settling into her chair to study them. To say it was hard to concentrate was an understatement. Every sparkle and shine from his plating was captured by her peripheral vision and simply served to fluster her and make her nervous. At long last, she looked up at him.
He was just sitting. Doing what he did best. Which was to be deathly quiet and motionless.
"Wh-why are you staring at me that way?" Twilight asked, with a nervous blush.
The glint intensified, if that was possible, and she eeped softly.
"Toaster, please! I'm trying to concentrate!"
He didn't seem at all bothered by this, as his gleam seemed to turn smug.
"Y-you what?"
Sunlight played in through the window, hitting him from multiple angles, lighting up his plating with a brilliance that would rival the colorful shine of Celestia's mane. She squeaked, mouth hanging open in stunned surprise as she struggled to formulate any kind of sensible words.
"Oh now, Toaster, I'm flattered but...but...we don't need to rush into anything!"
His nearly blinding shine said differently.
"Well I mean...but isn't it too soon? According to some of the books, you really shouldn't be at this point in a relationship so quickly!"
She paused, and his shimmer radiated into her wide eyes as she inhaled sharply.
"You really care that deeply?"
There was that same shimmer, and it struck down into her very core, finally unlocking something within her as she leaned towards him, hooves on either side of him.
"Oh Toaster! You are the most charming, most handsome, most amazing...I have never felt anything so strongly as the love I feel for you! You have been here for me every time I needed it, you have listen to me, encouraged me, and never once have you disappointed me. Yes, I will be your marefriend!"
The sun flickering on his plating made him look to be in the absolute highest of joy, and she nuzzled him eagerly before lightly kissing his side. She giggled as she ran her hoof over his smooth form.
"You really are very handsome."
Neither of them seemed to even notice the opening door, not the green dragon that stepped through it. He stopped, staring hard at the scene before him in silent and curious horror, and then turned and exited the room leaving the mare and her toaster to their ignorant and love filled bliss.
