Kenzi was debating on whether to (a) scrap the nightmare of a meal she'd subconsciously created or (b) attempt to manipulate some poor, poor soul into actually eating the sandwich. Thankfully ( for whoever she might have inflicted such a horrible meal on had she decided to do so ) she never reached a conclusion because Kenzi suddenly found herself in the company of an unexpected Sandwich Critic. Also, admittedly, known as someone with two eyes and enough of an attention span to notice that Kenzi had, in fact, created a monster.
"That, my friend, is..." A mistake. A gross, yucky, completely disgusting mistake. "...it's science! An experiment, if you will." Kenzi gestured toward the sandwich with a dramatic sweep of her hands. "The control would be the sandwich. And you would be...the um." Variable? Contrast? Was there a contrast in science? Was that a real thing? Kenzi would have made it in point to remember to ask the doc when she got back home, but Lauren would probably force her through a whole educational speech about how the scientific method worked and that was something that no person, human or not, should willingly sit through. So, pass. "Shit, you know what? I was never very good with the whole science-y thing." Kenzi looked down at the ketchup and chocolate infused muck. "Or the cooking, it would seem." Not entirely true. She could toss together simple stuff easy. Tonight, however, her head was all funky. Funky brain led to funky food and even funkier explanations about said food.
She smiled sheepishly back at the chick, noting that she looked familiar. Was she one of the peeps that she stole from when she first got here? Hmm. "...we've met before, haven't we?"