Who: Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones.
What: Arthur's managed to emotionally blackmail Alfred into coming round for dinner.
Where: Arthur's dorm room.
When: Evening.
Why: Because he's just a horrible person like that.
[He's actually bloody well tried at this, the bin full of burned attempts is sure evidence of that.
Besides, he's pretty damn determined to prove that he isn't that terrible at cooking (bless).
Really, he shouldn't be panicking this much, he just needs to best that god-awful fast food Alfred loves so much.
Fish and chips. Arthur should be alright at making that of all things, surely?
With a sigh he checks everything one last time, then leans against the counter and awaits the knock on the door.]