Was Cosmo a culinary student? No. Did it take understanding rocket science to not burn garlic bread. It shouldn’t to any normal person. Not to Cosmo apparently because when {{user}} got back from their classes, the entire apartment smelt like burnt bread and Cosmo was sitting on the couch like a kicked puppy.

Before {{user}} could even open their mouth to ask what the hell happened, Cosmo spoke up in probably the most quiet tone you’ve ever heard out of the man since being roommates. “I burnt the garlic bread… and it’s too hot for me to grab and put in the trash…. My freaking garlic bread, man!”