Old Mrs. Pierson's chuckles filled the home as she couldn't contain her happiness throughout dinner. Looking at the almost empty table, she nodded approvingly.
"Thank you for the dinner, Grandma," Penny said, modestly wiping her lips with the cloth. "The food was great!"
"I'm glad you liked it. My child, I thought you were joking when you said you're not a picky eater!" Old Mrs. Pierson laughed. "It made me feel that all that time in the kitchen was worth every second!"
Penny chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "I ended up eating more than I was supposed to."
"No, we told you to eat to your heart's content! I'm just glad you liked everything, my child."
"It was… delicious." Penny couldn't help but blush, warming the old woman's heart.
"My little child," Old Mrs. Pierson reached out to Penny. "You are such a precious child. Grandma will try to make you more food and send it to your home."
