"Here you are," Astoria said mildly, re-entering the kitchen and taking her seat opposite him with a groan; he took the crossword section of the paper from her hands, and fished a quill out of the dish of nicknacks in the middle of the table. He heard a snap of fingers, and suddenly there was a toast rack full of freshly toasted granary bread, and a pot of coffee in the middle of the table.