"Yeah." Bart said, slapping the buttered bread butter-side down into the hot skillet. Why people let him around skillets, or heat, or fire, or dangerous things-- well no, Bart knew why. They couldn't very well stop him. Unless they were Wally, maybe. Or like... Kara. Kara was almost as fast as him, and a lot stronger. But short of super-super people; nothing could come between Bart and food.
And grilled cheese was something he had experience making, and not burning. Jesse had taught him once after Bart had gotten on Max's last nerve for the day... And then they'd all had grilled cheese together and things were okay, and nice, and it was like a family.
Not for the first, nor the last time, Bart wished that Max would come back.
The change of subject was entirely welcome, and Bart's image flickered for a second before he was holding cheese and throwing it on the slowly toasting bread.
"Well yeah. Like I said, they were making out and I was like ew gross, I wanna gouge my own eyes out and then I was like oh! I wonder what Rose is up to so I texted you." His head cocked the one side like a confused, ADHD squirrel and he looked over his shoulder at Rose.
"I do have a girlfriend. And she's awesome."
Bart couldn't figure out what his having a girlfriend had to do with calling Rose when he was bored.