Frogspawn Swamp Nerds trying to dance.

Whoever he was laid into him verbally, but didn't make a move to attack. Penn assumed it was because he was intimidated by Towhee, which he totally got. Towhee looked like she could dead lift a building and the whole I'm too deaf to convey tone thing made her seem like a cold, unfeeling machine. Which she wasn't, probably. But in any event, it worked out well for Penn, so he let himself relax just a touch.

"Hey, I had kids to feed," Penn retorted indignantly, even though it was absolute crap. He'd meant to feed only himself, in spite of whatever lofty ideas he'd had at the time about his ability to be selfless in the moment. The fact that he'd given the meal to Fenn meant he wasn't entirely terrible, though. Either way, had the meal gone to himself or with Fenn, he'd fed kids with it so it's not really a lie.

Penn wasn't sure the guy had even heard him as he turned his attention to Towhee. He frowned at the pair of them, wondering what they were talking about and why Towhee had suddenly stopped her comment and given him a weird look. "I could ask you the same," Penn retorted, deciding it was better to deflect the question with a rather impertinent comment than to actually answer it.