~fingers~
Instead of giggling, Orsino just looked perturbed by Penny's poke. He looked down at his shoulder, then back at her, as though waiting for something. Narrowing his eyes, he very slowly raised his own hand and poked her back, in basically the same spot. He looked almost surly while doing so.
"Of course apart from spam," he said, punctuating the sentence with a second poke, this one at her knee, "seeing that spam is actually a culinary marvel and not disgusting at all, you great liar."
He seemed to remember then that she had continued on to say that she had eaten tongue before. Another stricken look appeared on his face.
"I hope Marco isn't someone you were..." He waved his hands around. "...involved with, if he brought you home to eat something's tongue. Loooony."
Raising his glass to his lips again, Orsino saw that it was, in fact, empty again. He reached behind him and poured more, noting that the bottle was less than half full. Odd. Someone was drinking all of the whisky! Troubled by this discovery, he leaned back and rested his head on the orange crate, sticking his own tongue out briefly as though to see if his, too, was stunted.
"You are stunted, indeed. Good thing we have this crate for you."