A fed Nemo was a content Nemo, and she he would be thankful for whatever it was that was set in front of him, but of course he was never disappointed. "Thank you, I appreciate it, as always." He passed Penny a grateful smile as she passed him a plate and joined him. Times like this were some of his favorites, the quiet moments where there were no expectations other than easy conversation and a shared meal. Nemo was a simple man, he didn't have high expectations and he hadn't even noticed the lack of a beverage until she brought it up.

"Whatever is closest or open, I'm not fussed." He assured her. "I can get it if you point me in the right direction." He slid to the edge of his seat, poised to do just that, if she let him. He knew his way around the kitchen fairly well, especially when Cook had finished her part and left them on their own. As long as he wasn't in the way. Nemo wasn't afraid to do the dishes or any other clean up either, he'd been raised to return a kind favor.