I knocked on the door of my American friend’s house. He opened the door and took a bite of the toast he was holding in his hand. “Hello,” he said. “Ready to study?” “Yep,” I responded. We had a Math test to study for that made up half of our grade so we had to be very prepared. “Want some toast?” he asked me. He had been going through a toast faze I had no idea why. “Sure,” I responded. “Want jam on it?” he asked me. I shook my head. “How about butter?” “No thanks. I like marmite best.