The burnt grilled cheese sandwich, with cheese oozing out of the sides, had flown onto the counter, leaving Jean-Paul to stare with only the spatula in hand. Of course he planned on cleaning up his mess as soon as he figured out what went wrong. It was a sandwich, and yet somehow, he managed to make it inedible like most other things he made. Anything that required work, well, was better left to others.
Before he could do anything, he heard that one word, Canada, and was sure he knew the person standing there. Jean-Paul jumped and narrowed his eyes at the little blonde, his spatula matching her watter bottle when it came to stance. If she wanted to duel, he wouldn't hold back, letting out a menacing, "Tabby," to go along with it.
Jean-Paul was fully ready to attack when someone else showed up - someone new? He'd certainly never seen him before and he cleared his throat as he straightened up, all but forgetting the fight he was about to enter into. "No, yes, everything's fine here." He glanced at the charcoal brick sitting on the counter and grinned at the tiny fib. "I mean, yeah, I kinda' burned my grilled cheese...not very grilled." Jean-Paul grabbed the black mass and immediately tossed it in the trashcan with a sigh. What was less complicated? A regular sandwich? He could deal with that.
"Er, sorry," he turned back to both of them. "Don't know why anyone ever let me in here to begin with."