Jessica watched him very closely, brow arched. Something was definitely wrong with the steak, which was a definite letdown considering she thought she'd actually gotten it right. And 'chewy' wasn't exactly the adjective she was hoping for. Juicy, maybe. Or tender. Pursing her lips, the woman glanced down at her own plate and began cutting away at the meat, and when she popped a piece in her mouth, her face expression changed drastically, brows burrowed as if she knew longer knew what it was that she was eating. Definitely chewy...like a fucking meaty piece of gum.
She humored herself for a moment before washing it down with her beverage. Nick's doubtful expression caused her to laugh - she knew exactly what he was looking at. "Okay, they're not that bad," she chanced defending the potatoes. "They're just a little..." her head tilted and she prodded at them with her fork, "unconventional. They've got character." Nodding as if this was a proven fact, she took a bite and in a split second, her opinion of them changed. She blinked slowly with a tight smile, and silently she helped herself to another necessary gulp of beer. She no longer had a single thing to say about them.