Marten arrived home to a smoky apartment.
"Sorry," Faye said. "I still haven't gotten the hang of this toast thing."
"That's OK," Marten said. "Open a window and I'll get the fan out of the broom closet."
"I didn't know we had a fan," Faye said.
"I didn't know we had a broom closet," Marten said. " Let's see, let's see, where is the fan ...?"
"I don't think there is a fan," Faye said. "I think you made it up. The fan's fictional."
"No, here it is," Marten said. "Here's the power cord."
"That's just an extension cord," Faye said. " There's no fan on the other end."
"There was," Marten said. "Look, it's been cut. Did you do that, Pintsize?"
"Mmmmmmmmaybe, " said the robot, hurriedly hiding what looked like a miniature katana.
"Would that," said Hannelore, suddenly appearing in the apartment in a way no one had ever figured out, "be slash fiction?"