Grace put her hands on her hips and turned to the boy. "First off, you can't physically eat<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>of it. Second, it would take forever to cook and I don't really feel like going to that much trouble for you. In other words, you can either wait 'til tomorrow and beg me to cook it for you, or cook it yourself." She crossed her arms expectantly. She expected the boy to shrivel down, not wanting to beg and being unable to cook. Her impression of this boy wasn't very good.