[ Turning over one of the boxed meals in her hands, she's looking at the ingredient scrupulously. Powdered potatoes sound all too strange to her. ]

Unless anyone favours the idea of instant potatoes on crisps. [ With a breath of amusement, she'll close up the pantry, hand on her hip. ]

But ordering out-- now, that sounds fun! Perhaps we could get into our nighties and put on some flicks in the meanwhile?