"Good?," Penny scoffed lightly as her own plate was set in front of her "This stuff is guaranteed to cure all ills and set the world to rights."
The condiments basket was set down and checked to make sure there was plenty of sauce before proffering it to Orsino. One sachet of brown lay neatly beside her cutlery as she unfurled the paper napkin and reached for the vinegar.
"They have a competition in this area every year, to see who can come up with the strangest things to batter. Last year it was a bicycle, but they also have a thing about frying sweets which makes no sense to me. I love fish and chips, and I love chocolate but adding them together isn't going to work. "
Slipping off her shoe to scratch her ankle, Penny smirked before reaching for a chip "What do you think? Does the sound of Bertie Botts deep fried sound appealing? "