“Well?” Penny beamed, watching the other with great impatience and a beaming smile.

The food she had offered was... well, ‘edible’ was not really the best description. Nor was it very accurate. It was almost rubbery in consistency and... it was unclear what it was really was, to be honest. Fish, maybe?

And yet she watched, patiently waiting for them to take a bite. She leaned forward in her seat. She always loved to cook when she was little. For whatever reason, her mother never really encouraged it.