It was brash, even brainless of me to break the news to you so brutally. I'm sorry for bristling up like this; I didn't mean to bring up this issue so brazenly. I feel like a brat now. Hats off to you for seeing the bright side of a brakish situation. Bravo!
You're still wrong, though. I should know; I'm one of those aliens who know, I mean, everything.
And there are many delicious breads. I'm partial to some, such as wallnut bread, but the baker's skill often makes a greater difference than does the type of bread.
PA
P.S. "The Aliens Who Knew, I Mean, Everything" is a short story by George Alec Effinger. It was nominated for the Hugo, the Nebula, and the Locus. Read it, if you have the opportunity; it's a lot of fun.
P.P.S. I spent a few years in New York. I did consume some acceptable bagels there. (Don't tell Pam I said this.)
P.P.P.S. My favorite the art pieces among those you posted are the illustration of Elend introducing Vin, the portrait study of a lady with cyan hair, and the Howl's Moving Castle painting (the movie left me nonplussed, I must say, but the novel got on my reading list). Oh, and the avocado girl, because she's as cute as the very idea of transforming a frigging avocado sticker into a character.