"That's a good part of it," she said with a laugh to Jesse's conclusion. "He's got a bright imagination. You just have to help him exercise it. Helps him remember."
In the dining room, there was enough food to feed a small village. Really, she wanted to make sure that Jesse got something. Feeding speedsters should've been considered a superpower. There was nothing too out there. She just cooked things that most Americans tended to like as not to scare her guest.
There were some questionable looking items, but she could answer any questions about that. "So ambassador," she said clearly amused by the title, "your lunch awaits."