A/N: A short little something my friend and I came up with at breakfast one morning~ Kehehe, did it turn out alright, my dear? In which Sebastian is breakfast-challenged. *le gasp*

Disclaimer: I dun own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, there would be 100% MORE shota and Season 2 wouldn't exist. Kahaha, anyways, please enjoy

It started one morning in the Phantomhive Manor, when Sebastian was first introduced to the toaster. The man blinked, and cocked his head, looking for once very childish. "Erm... Bard-san, what do you expect me to do with this contraption?" The brash American almost roared with laughter. "Sebastian-san, you've never seen a toaster? I feel bad for you, buddy." He patted Sebastian once on the back, in a seemingly comforting gesture, either ignoring or not noticing the glare the butler sent his way. "Alright, it works like this. You put the food in the slot, then turn the dial, and press the lever down. I suggest going to 5, for maximum cooking potential." The blonde man winked and turned to walk away, leaving a helpless Sebastian to grapple with the odd machine. Well, he reasoned. Since he didn't quite understand this invention, he should probably follow the chef's advice. Who knows, he could be right this time...

"Sebastian..."

"Yes, young master...?"

"... Exactly why is my toaster strudel black and crispy?"

"Ah, that. Well, I was cooking your pastry as per the intructions of Bard-sa-"

"You listened to Bard when cooking? Are you insane, fool?"

"My apologies, young master. I shall prepare something immediately."

"Well, get on with it, already!"

"..."

"Is it to your liking, milord?"

"... Sebastian?"

"Yes, milord?"

"Did I not ask you earlier to prepare waffles?"

"Indeed, you did."

"So... please explain to me why there is cereal in from of me."

"Ah... well, I was a bit preoccupied, so I thought this would suffice"

"... You found a cat, didn't you?"

"Of course not, milord. What would give you that idea?"

"... Your coat is mewing."

"That's-"

"You know what, don't bother. I give up. No waffles, no fresh batter, no hand-picked blueberries, no fluffy golden taste that melts in your mouth, no exquisitely-sweet maple syrup. No. I get cereal today."

"... Well, if you turn your attention to the box, it does boast 'New Waffle Taste'- ... Young master, it is hardly dignified of a boy, let alone Earl of Phantomhive to dunk his head in the cereal. Now lift your head and let me get a rag-"

"SHUT UP, Sebastian!"