While it didn’t taste awful like the previous crime against cooking she had been subjected to, it sure didn’t taste anything like a grilled cheese sandwich. In fact, it tasted something like a tuna melt.
“What kind of cheese is this?” asked Polly.
“Tuna cheese,” replied Croix nonchalantly as if tuna cheese was just another type of cheese and not something that shouldn’t exist.
“I think there was a really strong gust of wind that just blew. Sorry, but I didn’t catch that,” replied Polly, ignoring the fact that they were indoors because she absolutely refused to believe that she had correctly heard tuna cheese was a thing. “So, what kind of cheese did you use?”
“Tuna cheese.”
“Tuna cheese, you say?” inquired Ed.
“I’d like to think that’s what I’ve been saying, but you fellas are starti
