"Well, it looks like soup, and that's usually pretty good as long as you cook it long enough for the flavors to blend."
Eileen supposed there could be some weird unearthly stuff in it, but she doubted that if Metraton allowed it to show up in the pantry unlabeled. She got out two bowls and spoons and set them on the table.
"But thanks, if I don't finish it, it's no reflection on your taste in food!"