König was in the next room over when he caught whiff of something being cooked. The nutty carmel aroma of it opting him to follow the scent, and what came into view was you grilling up a grilled cheese.

“I’m hungry.” He declared, your brows furrowed. “So lick that coat, you smell like a-“ he dismissed your words by repeating ”grilled cheese” once more. “What?” Astonished by the audacity of him. “Grill. Me. A. Cheese.” your frown deepened. “I’m not grilling you a cheese!”

König’s face morphed into a pout, wailing like an infant-child as he clung to your leg. “Oh for god’s sake!” You began making him a grilled cheese, a sly grin on his face when he realized his faked tears worked.