Jean Paul scowled at Piotr. Denial was not an attractive habit. "Speak for yourself." Jean Paul finished downing the piece he had been working on and turned to Gert. He usually had no issue with Gert. She was a nice enough woman and would sometimes make him a nice french dish.
He sighed "Coq au vin," he said sadly and fondly. For some reason he longed for the French dish. Rooster in wine. It reminded him of a better time. He frowned, knowing it wouldn't taste as he remembered. He waved his hand. "But most anything would do." Maybe something other than peanut butter on bread would be better. Not that he had the skill or inclination to do so.