In all honesty, Penelope had no idea what kind of genetic lottery she could have. Setting aside the fact that she didn't know genetics all that well since she dropped out of high school, Penelope also didn't know her parents. She could play guessing games with what kind of race they were, based on her name alone, but that didn't mean it would give way to specific answers.
But she did have to smile at that and shrug in a way that showed she knew she was superior than everyone else. But, obviously, didn't actually believe that. "Good call," she agreed. "Gotta really own it. Can't do anythin' like that half-ass."
Penelope didn't protest when he traded the beef out for the shrimp flavored. She straightened up and took the package of ramen over to the stove to put some water to boil. "Beggars can't be choosers, yeah?" she said, picking up a pot. "So why are you actually awake?"