Never eat anything Millie cooks if you value your life.
The male members of I.M.P. stared down at the hard, round ball of mustard-covered macaroni on their plates Millie was serving them. Moxxie did his best to pretend it looked delicious, but Striker, Blitzo, and Jake didn't have that courtesy.
"It doesn't look like mac n' cheese," Blitzo murmured.
"And it doesn't feel like mac n' cheese either," Jake added as he fidgeted with the ball of half-cooked macaroni, trails of yellow mustard scurrying through his fingers..
Millie rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "Sorry. It's just that there was no cheese left."
Blitzo blinked. "I'm not precisely an expert, but isn't cheese a vital ingredient in mac n' cheese?"
Striker cleared his throat awkwardly. "Mildred, if there wasn't any cheese, what exactly did ya use on these?"
"Pig fat." Jake dropped the ball back unto the plate, groaning in disgust alongside Blitzo and Striker. "I tried adding some mustard to make it look more 'cheesy'."
Moxxie armed himself with courage and bit into the undercooked pasta. It was as bad as he imagined, but he forced himself to smile. "It's delicious, Millie! Man, I liked it so much that I'd love some more...!"
He wasn't even done talking when Blitzo, Striker, and Jake dropped their own macaroni balls into his plate.