Molly laughed too, one of his first proper laughs in a long, long time, and wasn't that a tragedy? Yes, it really was. "Ah, no. I'm far too lazy and self absorbed to feed anyone but myself, and to be honest even that's a bit too much effort sometimes. Come-" he put his own spoon in his mouth and beckoned Peter forward with his now free hand, waiting for him to take the spoon before he continued.
"Our food is just...rather more simple. I don't even know how you get food to be this colour," he said, holding up a purple cereal hoop. "But I'm absolutely not complaining. It's absolutely the best colour, don't you think?" He winked and ate the little hoop, holding out his hand.
"Mollymauk. Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly is fine. And I'm definitely new. I have no idea what any of this does-" Molly gestured around the kitchen. "I have no idea what half the rooms are for. But it's grand. I like it here. Do you? Oh, and here we have brown pudding, white pudding, swirly brown and white putting, coloured hoops, sugary puffs, chocolate bits, and I guess these are just flat...corn...scraps. You wanna see how much we can get on one spoon?"