If he won the speed race his prize could be a dirty handkerchief.
Well fine, if she wasn't going to get any help here, she would - gasp - stand up and exert effort to reach her junk food. Jubilee was sitting back down when she was nudged, ripping open the packet with her teeth.
"I wish I could cook like that," she said wistfully, and her stomach responded with a grumbling echo. Usually she subsisted on takeaway or whatever awful platter she could dish up with the meagre contents on her fridge and pantry. She really needed to go grocery shopping. "Don't you wish you could cook like that?"
Because that dish, even with the mushrooms (she didn't mind them like Shiro did), looked fabulous. Jubilee sighed and leaned back heavily, causing the sunglasses on top of her head to fall over her eyes again. She didn't bother to move them, though, just let them slide down her nose as she popped a marshmallow into her mouth.