For your three your old, the green beans and chicken fingers would go absolutely perfectly with a “….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” while kicking the table and crying hysterically.
For your six year old, a pouting face, a look of absolute hatred, death, loathing and never ending spite would pair delightfully with a vegetable pot pie.
And for your thirteen year old, just being in public pairs in just the most divine manner with … anything.
Oh … Oh I see. For the adults. You want to know WINE, W-I-N-E. I see. Well, I don’t know. I don’t even work here.