"Oh, but a good grilled cheese sandwich is nothing to sneeze at," Sookie said in turn, grinning as she reached for Anatoly's hand and tried to tug him along to the door, a pleased flare rising at the accent that his words still took, making the mundane sound a touch foreign and exotic. "If you can get, like, truffle oil to fry that in? It's incredibly addictive. 'Course, there are some people who'd get on my case about using truffles for something like that, and I don't think we've got any manner of truffle oil on the island, but... even the simplest of foods can taste as though they've been prepared by a master chef."