The only reason this altercation stayed civilized is that I was present at the table. They have flailed their limbs at each other's faces for less, I promise you. It wasn't just me there, though; it was 7 a.m. me, and 7 a.m. me is more interested in getting enough coffee into her gullet to get her morning murder feelings under control than in refereeing such world-changing issues like Toast Up v. Toast Down.
|It's... it's so BEAUTIFUL...|
After I had shared my feelings on the matter, we all finished our breakfasts in resentful silence, THE WAY GOD INTENDED.