Jack didn't get all the way through the explanation, but Gabriel could extrapolate to its conclusion. Whenever Mitchell and Henry went out, they almost always brought back something horrifying, so he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The question left on his mind was why anyone would make a toaster do that.

Of course, that wasn't the major concern at the moment. He had to make sure Ginny stayed safe, and protect her ears. He nodded at Jack as he adjusted the little girl in his arms, pulling one side of her head up against his chest. "I'll let him know," he acknowledged, before making his way back to the office.

Despite his assurances to little Ginny, Gabriel was on high alert. Bad things tended to come from unexpected rift alarms. If anyone had the gall to try and threaten his girl, they would die, screaming. ....like the toast.