Max and Penelope
Max grinned when he saw Penelope. It seemed like a long time since they'd had that nice dinner party, even though it was probably only a few weeks. He nodded and took a small bite of funnel cake off of her plate, popping it into his mouth and enjoying the heat and sweetness of it. It was so miserably unhealthy - and he was pretty sure that was part of what made it so very, very good.
"Thanks," he said. If he wanted more, he'd buy his own - he wasn't going to eat any more of hers. It had been nice of her to offer any.
"How've you been?"
He and Liz had been doing pretty good. He was happy living with her, even if he was still conflicted on whether or not to admit to the public who and what he was.