Our trusty (un-trusty) machine has a timer that goes from 1 to 7; 1 to 7 of 'what' I'm not sure. It also has three buttons which say réchaufer (reheat), décongeler (defrost), and stop. I've never used the first two, but the stop button is handy when black smoke comes from the inside.
Lady Magnon loves her toaster. She also loves our kitchen smoke alarm, which she uses as her own private toast-timer.
Personally I like my toast to be more 'well heated bread' rather than 'thin black slices of charcoal', and I always leave them to cool before applying their thick slices of butter.
These days I also find myself putting out a large selection of toppings whilst waiting for the bread to be cooked. I can never make my mind up until the last moment, so there is usually Marmite, Peanut butter, Anchovy paste, red pesto, different types of sausage and paté, cheese, and ham, in front of me. This was indeed what I faced yesterday morning, and I eventually plumped for the Peanut butter.
Only afterwards did I remember that I had kept some of last night's pasta leftovers which I'd planned to eat for my breakfast.
Life can be so difficult.