Penelope was thankful she had gone to take a sip of her water, because she hid behind the glass for a moment as she smiled at the sight of North grimacing like that. But when she sat down her glass again, Penelope shook her head and didn't bother holding back a laugh. "Didn't know that was physically possible," she said, picking up her fork again to absently stab at the mashed potatoes. "Maybe we should find some bread and just turn this shit into a sandwich...but then again, we'd be almost literally eatin' a shit sandwich. So nevermind."
She shrugged at North's suggestion to take over kitchen. "Yeah, but if you do that, then I'd feel bad for continuin' to bitch about the food. Or if it's good, then I'll hate that it's one less thing for me to bitch about. See, there really isn't a win in this scenario."
Penelope decided to go for it then, and scooped up her own decent helping of mashed potato. Yup. It was bad. Probably far worst than what North had actually been alluding to. Because, dear god, that was bad. She did her best to not make her own face at it, but it was damn near impossible. Penelope wondered if it really was all potato. Or maybe there was something else in there.
But the smile returned at the thought of Mexican food. That would've been a nice change. "What's with you and Latin explosion?" she asked, North. "Even your freenet name is 'tacokicker'. And, true...garden actually wouldn't be half bad. How do we not have one here already? Could totally make one on the roof."
Penelope seemed to be following North's judgement. Considering she hadn't sat down for long at the table before North joined her, Penelope only really had a chance to eat the cooked canned veggies they had given her. They looked mushy as well, but they were always a safer bet. So she switched to take a bite of the meat, and, eh, she'd have to disagree. She had better. But, she also had worst. At least the hospital had a means of putting together meals like this. Penelope was clearly getting spoiled if she felt she could actually complain about the set up. Prior to this place, she had to survive on what little bit she and Lily could scrounge together. And some days, that was just out-dated Takis chips.
Mouth full, Penelope shrugged as she remembered the day sorting out resources that had been brought back to the center. "Nothin' all that excitin', honestly," she said, possibly confirming what North already expected. "Some old books, a few more cans of veggies and fruits, some Playboys and one issue of Playgirl, old clothes that looked like an old lady died in them, and a box of Twinkies." Penelope listed off the general overview of things she saw. "Oh! But! We did actually get an old xbox in today. Doesn't work all that great, and who the fuck knows where we could hook it up, but I kinda want to try to enlist one of the nerds 'round here to see if we can get it goin'."
Being brave and diving back in to the potatoes, Penelope asked, "What about you? Did you get out of the center today?" That question was always drawn from a little bit of jealousy within her. Penelope hated that her condition made it difficult to make regular trips with the other scouters.