A Consensus is Born

The urge for simplicity was the challenge beneath my nose in those very moments.
Would it be enough?
My thouhts would exist over opting for more, or, in the case of immediate need... sacrifice my own.
And even so, if it was enough, were we all agreed on a form of action? size? tempurature? condiment?
The questions remained unanswered, tensions reaching boiling point, and, with the most regular One World awkward we could muster...

A consensus was born.

"Maybe... we could put the bread on the table... ", Said the innocent One Worlder, "... and then we could see how much there is... and then we could decide?"

And so, we took the bread and we ate it. The hearty-some meal it was that was delivered justly and beautifully. We sealed the meal with groundnut paste, with eggs and with crunch and munch.
And then back to the drawing board to consensus for lunch.