"Cooking is definitely an art. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they officially classify it as one too." Pete replied, pointing his fork down at the food as if it were an obvious reference to his statement, then used the same utensil to pile more of his dinner into his mouth. Yep, still delicious. "But yes, sometimes you just need to be in the mood."
As he chewed more he recalled something, verbally reflecting it with a hum of realization. He waited until he was finished chewing, then nodded to the untouched tupperware. "I have ice cream if you want to have a little of that with the cookies after." He couldn't remember what kinds he'd gotten other than the vanilla, but he knew he had more than enough for both of them. "Your grandmother?"