Free food is, and will likely always be, one of the very few things that Pidge will always accept. She's not much of a cook herself, having mostly left that sort of thing to Hunk when he was around, but she likes to think she's picked up enough to not be a danger in the kitchen. It's different when you're not the one responsible for making the food, though. It's more appealing somehow.

The only possible exception might have to be that bowl of green goo.

"No way... That can't be what I think it is."

What are the odds of someone here deciding that food goo is the best way to go? She's hoping they're not high, but who knows. At any rate, she's not the only one questioning the stuff. Turning, she glances over at the other woman.

"Seems like the chef really outdid themselves."