"That's what I'm saying!" Sid smirked, glad that Penelope got it. Sometimes it was hard not to be choosy, but when you were used to a certain level of quality--and by quality, he probably meant quantity, truth be told--anything less was a disappointment. Sure it was the end of the world and all, but could rationing food at least be less of a bummer?
Sid clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tried to look offended. "Ain't getting any prettier yourself, staying up all hours of the night," he countered. "I'm going for the post-apocalyptic-haven't-slept-in-days look, myself." He tugged down his lower eyelids and pulled a face. "Is it working?"
With a shrug, he tossed Penelope a packet of ramen noodles. "Best I can do."