Sitting down, she began unwrapping the plastic, taking her time to completely fold it back before popping the lid and taking a sniff. “Well it certainly does smell good, I’ll give you that.” She dug the takeout fork from the depths of plastic and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before nodding. “Okay, it’s good...” She pointed the end of her fork at him with a wry smirk. “Just don’t try and ask me to spell it.”
She chewed her bite before continuing. “I knew he’d be good at it, even if he flits about like a hummingbird. I think it helps that Howard was apparently so bloody bad at it, he knows exactly what not to do.”