It's the little touches

Mustard mustard mustard... Trevor was really looking forward to this sandwich. Reaching over the dragon, he got the mustard out of the fridge, and made his way back to the counter where the rest of the ingredients were already laid out. Slicing off a piece of cheese and dodging a dagger that had been thrown at him, he set to work constructing some culinary art worth eating.

Almost done, he thought, nibbling on a scrap of meat, so what's missing? It took a moment of puzzling on his part, but then it struck him like a bolt from the blue. An explosion distantly rumbled. If this was toasted, just a little bit... mm! Trevor started looking for a frying pan as a man across the room started bellowing and running.