Summer had watched the whole thing with wide eyes and her heart in her throat, not so much out of concern for her ego and her culinary concerns, but more for the fact that this felt like one of those moments on her adventures with her grampa where things would take a really sharp and disturbing and time to run for our lives turn.

And then she was pleased to discover that it definitely didn't go that way.

Yet.

Her experiences made her a little wary of what might happen when they ran out of samples. But for now, she had to feel a swell of pride and promise.

"Nice."