K. bought some of that amazing cheese we had at Christmas, the kind that’s gooey at the edges, some kind of goat. Perfect. She kept asking me if I wanted a piece of toast and I kept saying no because of some misguided sense that it would take more time, but then I asked how I should handle the cheese and she held up a piece of toast and said, Cheese delivery system. I could have eaten four more slices while I stared into my phone, but then it really was time to go.