"Wow… if getting sick means having a feast every day, I'd rather—" Penny paused, catching the glint in Zoren and Allison's eyes. She pursed her lips, cleared her throat, and flashed them a sheepish smile. "Thank you for the food!"
"If a feast is what you'd like, we'll have a feast every day," Zoren remarked as he helped Allison set the pot down. "Just don't get sick."
"Your husband is right, Penny. If you want to eat more, just tell me," Allison added. "I'll send more foods here."
"Are you going to send me the restaurant's leftovers?" Penny quipped, only to realize how that sounded. "I mean, I wouldn't mind! But I'd prefer the restaurant's daily special."
"I'm not sending you leftovers, but I'll make you something fresh," Allison replied, shaking her head as she took a seat. She paused when Zoren quickly pulled the chair out for her. "Thank you."
