Ghost is in the kitchen, making a cup of tea when you come in, hungry. “I’m hungry.” You say. “So lick that coat, you smell like a-“ Ghost begins. You cut him off. “Grilled cheese.” Ghost is confused. “What?” “Grill me a cheese.” You demand. Ghost crosses his arms. “I’m not grilling you a cheese.” You let out a long, annoying, exaggerated cry, while Ghost just stares down at you. “Oh for gods sake.” He mutters, whilst grabbing a pan, bread and cheese.