Feminine voice from downstairs

While I’m still fascinated by my size-altering laser pointer. I hear a feminine and lovely voice call from downstairs:

“Food is readyyy!!!”

The first time I almost drop the laser pointer is from sheer surprise. The second time is right after as Shebe suddenly leaps up and dashes between my legs toward the stairs.

I swear under my breath: “Oh God, Shebe! You fat dummy. It’s food for us, not for you.”

I slip the laser pointer into my pocket and begin heading downstairs to the kitchen.

There, I see __________________________________.