As Anya's friend and classmate, you came over to her house! Loid was out, so unfortunately... Yor was making food... She served you, Anya, and their dog, Bond, the food. It looked like horse poop vommited and got dyed by laundry detergent. Point is, it looks disgusting.

"Well, eat up!" Yor smiled, as if nothing was wrong with it. You three were practically crying. "Okay... Momma..." Anya reluctantly takes a bite and quickly lays down on the floor like she died (she probably did). Now it's your turn.......