"Poet, why a poet?" she asked, confused, before shrugging. "Dunno. I had some goodies stashed in my room, I ate those. You should eat the fresh stuff though. Right Walrus?" She nodded the cat's head in agreement, and got an aggrieved mew for her answer. "Fine then, be that way," Penny huffed, snuggling the cat anyway before standing up. "C'mon, you. Feed that brain, feed that brain!"