Now I'm often prone to get midnight cravings.... it seems that my stomach has yet to adjust to American timezones, as 3 AM would be breakfast over in the good ol' United Kingdom. It could also be nerves for tomorrow's auditions, but... I had a knackering for some of that lovely Jam that Alfred brought back, but upon opening the fridge, I suddenly became aware of my desire for American cheese. I decided it best that a Grilled Cheese would suffice.
Arthur isn't one for technology. He only owns one electric kettle, has only recently learned how to work voicemail on a cellphone, and writes his manuscripts instead of typing them up. It's a miracle that we own one of those electric grills, but it was a present from me mum back in Christmas holiday.
I suppose I left the grill running for a little too long... or on too high of a temperature, because it came out burned.
I... am I the only one seeing this?