She does take the win, grunting in agreement and admonishment with that long drawn out mmmmmmmmhm that makes anyone think twice about what they just said, uncertain where they went wrong but feeling it down into their bones that they did.

"Knowing my luck, that's exactly right." She mumbles while putting the Jambalaya in a serving dish and betraying the fact that her ass used to love throwing dinner parties. And yes, how cliched can you get, but this was her family recipe. Meaning it's just better.

"But this only turns out good when my great, great, great grandfather allows me to make it. He's one them people who believe in too much of a good thing. I only get to make it a few times a year."

Nora throws Oni a long look. "And he liked saying grace." She nods to the table.