Jubilee walked into the kitchen, stepping around Hank who was staring at the plate in front of him on the table. The plate that was filled with a brown... something.
"This is very interesting, Bobby," Hank said, staring at it. "But... what does it do?"
Jubilee snickered as Bobby's expression went from a casual smile to outright shock.
"Do? It's not supposed to do anything," Bobby replied, looking offended. "You're supposed to eat it."
"You are joking, right?" Hank asked. "Please tell me you're joking."
"It's my grandmother's recipe!" Bobby protested. "Jubes, tell him he's being an idiot. Try some!"
Jubilee held her hands up as a sort of defence. "I just had a sandwi - did it just move?!"
"It's a casserole!" Bobby exclaimed. "It didn't move!"
"Why don't you do something for science, dear friend?" Hank said, trying to placate Bobby, while Jubilee giggled into her hand. "Donate this uh... casserole to me. I'll put it in a petri dish and perhaps we'll find a new life form."
Bobby scowled.