Author's Note

No, not that Cheese Sandwich, Scyphi! And not that kinda grilling either!

Twilight decided to make the best of it and used the cheese to make a grilled cheese sandwich?

Twilight grumbled under her breath, stumbling blindly through the door of the Friendship Palace or whatever that hunk of slowly-vanishing crystal is called. Don't ask the suspiciously walls-shaped Spike about that by the way. Today was an absolutely horrid day to be a Twilight Sparkle. The skies were stormy, the sun had gone supernova (or at least, she thought it did), and worst of all--

She peeled the Kraft Single off of her face.

Cheese. On her face.

"Now make a sandwich out of it," Spike waddled past the mare. She watched him carefully pivot his body to hide what was very obviously another chunk of crystal from her.

"I don't even eat sandwiches very often, Spike."

But Spike didn't respond, for he had eaten a hole through the floor to make a quick escape.

"Grilllllll ittttttttttttttt," his disembodied voice drifted up through the hole.

"A grilled... cheese sandwich?" Twilight lifted a brow.

Cheese Sandwich, who was inconveniently standing approximately thirty hooves away from the nearest escape-able window, gulped as Twilight lit her horn.

Twilight slapped the Kraft Single on Cheese Sandwich. "ALRIGHT, WHERE'S THE BODIES--"