She had no rituals with food, and it had been her way since she was a girl and neither parent surfaced for dinner, not Mirella from her bedroom, or Ralph from the store. Penelope could have made herself rice, fixed a sandwich from the cold cuts in the fridge, but there was no point in preparing an entire meal to eat alone.
like her mother in the beginning, she has an aversion to meals because her family never connected with her over meals