Nick watched the small girl clamp her hands over her mouth and run outside, quickly disappearing out of his range. He doubted she was doing it on purpose, and he was sure she had her reasons, but Nick was saddened that she didn't want the toast. He was genuinely sorry for ignoring her, and it appeared that his feelings didn't really go through. Regardless of that, Nick stared out in the direction she left, wondering what happened.
"I've never seen such an adverse reaction to toast." Nick said, curious.

He soon realised the stupidity of his statement, laughed to himself a little and put the plate down, toast and all. He grabbed the milk and started pouring it out, but he felt like he was forgetting something again. The 'something' in question placed a jar of something in front of nick and he remembered what it was. There were 2 people in the kitchen before him and Pam. One was the girl cooking bacon, the other had bear-like features. A little weird, but he'd have to get used to it.
"Ah, sorry." Nick said, grabbing the jar.
With a little effort, the lid popped off of the jar and Nick got a wiff of the contents. [i]Peanut butter?[/i] He thought.
"Were you here for breakfast?" Nick asked, offering the jar to the bear-handed boy.