Back at Jen's home, her kitchen table was covered in small samples of food. "All for you to try, my dear Sun. and you know you're drooling, right?"
Sunstreaker was looking over the food before he registered Jen's comment. He quickly wiped the drool away. "It might be because I haven't had any energy for a while. That's all."
Sunstreaker took one more look at Jen before walking over to a yellow slice of something. It had many small sacs of fluid. He grabbed one and regretted it. The sac burst all over his chest. He tried again, a bit more careful this time. Nipping the top, Sunstreaker sucked the fluid. When he was halfway finished, his face scrunched up, gently put the sac down and faced His caretaker. "What is that one?" She smiled. "Lemon." Sunstreaker shuddered, muttering on how he's never going to have a lemon again as long as he was online before walking to the next sample.
This one was an assortment of four things. Jen pointed each one out. There were strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. "So, they're all berries?" Jen nodded. The strawberries and blueberries looked more solid than the blackberries and raspberries. The blackberries and raspberries reminded him of the lemon's texture, so he was careful on taking a bite from each. They were okay though.
Sunstreaker walked over to a plate of what the humans called 'peppers'. "Sun, some of those are known to be hot. Jump to let me know if you need a drink to relieve a burn." Sunstreaker walked over closer, placing a hand on what Jen calls 'the death pepper'. "Jen, I don't feel any heat. What do you mean some of them are hot?" "You'll soon find out." Sunstreaker took a bite from the green and red peppers. Didn't like them very much. As he was nearing the 'death pepper', Jen pulled out a bowl of milk. He's going to need it. Sunstreaker's optics flew wide open as he swallowed, jumping up and down, waving his arms frantically while yelling that he was burning. Jen quickly scooped him up and dumped him into the bowl of milk. "That's it. No more peppers. EVER!" Sunstreaker swore after drinking his fill of milk. "Although, the milk's pretty good."
After a long night of sampling food, Sunstreaker was about to fall into recharge. Noticing that his optics were dimming, Jen carried Sunstreaker over to a guest room and gently tucked him into a mini bed she made out of boredom. The little yellow Lambo snuggled his head deeper into the pillow, falling right into recharge.