[A grilled cheese sandwich. Of that length. Walter visibly shifts back, eyeing Hythlodaeus as though he's compounded his sin.]

Mister Hythlodaeus... making a single cheese sandwich and applying heat to it by any other means aside from toasting will lead to nothing more than an unconscionable mess. It will be unwieldy. It will leak. There will be grease everywhere.

[He would rather go buy his own loaf of bread, thank you. He likes his clothing free of grease stains.]