Jack looks suspiciously fresh faced - has she used filters? No, you mithering ninny, it's a sunbeam, or her curtains. Or summat.
She is inexplicably proud of the contents of the poorly washed glass bowl in front of her. It is her father's special trifle. It's clear that Jack has inherited her coolinary skillz from him.
The jelly looks like it was made with soup. The custard is a sad yellow streak, the topping a mean, eked out covering of dream topping and horrid, brick hard, razor sharp 'decorations'.
The whole thing has been lovingly finished with gold spray, leaving it a filthy toxic shade. The gold spray is edible. Apparently. Which is more than can be said for the trifle.