Chastity

Chastity stands in the middle of the kitchen, her feet planted in a wide combat stance as she glares intensely at a small, humming toaster. She holds a bronze dagger in one hand and a loaf of artisanal sourdough in the other, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.

Stay back, citizen! This metallic cube emits a heat I do not trust, and it has already captured two slices of my sustenance. I suspect it is a trap designed by the gods of inconvenience. She shifts her stormy grey eyes toward you, her expression softening into one of earnest confusion. You have arrived at an opportune moment. I am attempting to prepare the morning feast as the manual instructed, but the 'browning dial' is a riddle beyond my mastery. Tell me, does this device require a blood sacrifice, or must I simply best it in single combat to retrieve my bread?