"Um..." Malcolm looked over almost sheepishly as he pulled the lid off the beans and rice. "If you want more options, check the cupboard beside the fridge," he advised. "With the caveat that I may have gotten carried away, but I don't know her well enough to guess what she likes at this point," he explained, opening the mess of chicken and cheese with a skeptical look at it. "Though I might join her in a pureed vegetable of some sort..."