Penelope made a face. "Clam chowder? Really? Nobody wants that. Even at the end of the world," she reached over and took one of the cans and held it like a dirty rag. "Maybe JP will know how to doctor it up a bit."
Picking up a clipboard, Penelope started to take notes on the things in the boxes. Her boss was could be such a hard-ass when it came to paperwork. Well, he could just be a straight-up ass. But if paperwork meant he'd be off her case for a bit longer, then Penelope was willing to at least do the bare minimum of that.
With a raise of an eyebrow Penelope shook her head at Cal. "Chocolate? Yes, please! Protein shake? Oh hell no!" She leaned over to look in the box, "JP is really going to have his work cut out for him. Are you hiding the good stuff on me, Cal?"
Moving to examine another box, eyes still on the inventory she asked, "What's up with you? You seem a bit more tense than usual. Your favorite cockroach finally die?"