[Ugh... He scrunches up his face at the journal, trying to decide if he really wants to do this. It's a balancing act between wanting to do the right thing for the ship, wanting to gain experience, and really, really not wanting to get stuck with some super lame chores like cleaning out the toilet area or whatever.]
well, i guess i could think about it. that's not a promise, though!
[written]
well, i guess i could think about it. that's not a promise, though!
[After a second or two, he adds:]
so which are your chores anyway?