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Akira, are you trying to get me drunk?

*Faye lays on a bashful expression, fluttering her eye lashes at him, before she settles for grabbing a random beer*

Sure, I like stir fry. But as a general rule, I'll eat anything.

*She grabs a nearby chair and sits, happy to watch Akira while he works*

Let's see...got water, long handled pan...spices and herbs...rice...utensils...knife...vegetables. Now I just need to start this thing up. It's a little rudimentary, but it should work.

[After getting a contained fire going, he puts in the ingredients and liberally applies a few oils. It doesn't take long for a good sizzle to start.]

I should probably make enough for multiple people, in case anyone else comes down here.

Edited 2014-05-09 23:04 (UTC)

*Leaning back on her chair and taking a sip of her beer, Faye watches Akira carefully and shakes her head in quiet disbelief*

Akira, has anyone ever told you you're the perfect guy?

Yeah, and they were wrong, too. Perfect people don't get as many people killed as I do, trust me.

[He goes over a list of recipes in his head, trying to figure out something with wide appeal. Nothing too spicy, or too mild. Somewhere juuuuust in the middle...]

I think I've got it. This won't take too long.

I can't wait to get to shore. I need to get away from this ship, too.

That's exactly the kind of thing a perfect guy would say.

*She sighs a little and flops back completely on the chair, swinging a leg at the side. Though she's been listening, she waves a hand like she's not interested*

Yeah, yeah, you hate us all. We understand.

I don't hate you, Faye. It's like...Gah. It's hard to explain.

[He thinks as he flips the food around in the pan, adding fresh oils.]

What I am, it comes with benefits, sensory perception being one. My sense are getting strong every day, and the more they grow, the more something on this ship doesn't seem right. I'm not quite sure what it is, yet, but SOMETHING here is puttin' my instincts on edge.

Especially Grell. I can't tell why, but I just don't trust her. This ship looks fantastic, but I can't shake this undefinable discomfort.

So you 'dislike' me then? It's the same thing.

*She glances at the stir frying from the corner of her eyes before focusing on the bottle in her hands*

Could be. There's a guy who claims to be thousands of years old. And there's another guy who's half shark half human. Both of those probably smell pretty weird.

Faye, I have nothing against you at all. You're a perfectly nice person.

I've met the shark-man, and he seems alright. A little hot-headed maybe, but not too bad. Don't think I've talked to this other guy. What's his name?

*She actually sits up from her slumped position at that - a perfectly nice person? Smiling at that, she sinks back down. That was a new one to add to her mental CV*

The shark man is cute. I mean, he needs to learn a lot about being around human women, but I think he'll cope. The other guy is Arthur.

Arthur...British guy, right? Bold eyebrows?

*Faye scoffs at the neck of her bottle*

Bold eyebrows. Sure. That's him.

Polite guy. I don't get any bad vibes off him, either.

[He does a taste test to see how it's coming along, then adds in a bit more salt and pepper.]

I wonder if we have any chicken. I really wish we lived in a refrigerator age.

Just Grell? Even though you're on her ship, and eating her food, and cooking for her crew?

*Faye puts down her still mostly full bottle and stretches up off the chair*

Hmm. I don't think so. This world is just so backwards.

*And she'll shuffle over to stand beside him, so she can get a proper look at what he's doing*

Taste some of this and tell me what you think. Does it need more zing to it? Less zing?

[He picks up a spoon and grabs some, letting her take it from him.]

One thing doesn't have to do with the other. Regardless of whether or not I have a valid reason for being a little off-put, I'm a guest. It's not my place to dig into it. I know Grell isn't a human, that's for sure. She didn't tell me what she was.

*Faye takes the spoon, and chews the food thoughtfully before nodding at the stuff in front of him*

More zing. Just a little.

*Then she passes over the spoon and licks her lips - yup, Akira was a keeper, alright*

Not human? And I guess you pick up animals, huh? So what the hell is she, then?

Haven't a clue. Not like anything I've ever encountered.

So you're going to go find yourself a cute new crew with tea parties and puppy dogs?

*Yes, Akira, Faye is definitely thinking that you're wimping out on everything*

I'm going to find myself a crew without a Captain that starts a fuckin' war over a harmless prank. A prank that didn't even affect anything. It's a sign of instability, and I wasn't going to put up with it from my previous Captain, no less yours.

Thought I made my feelings clear on how I felt about being labelled a 'prank'.

*Faye shrugs and goes back to her chair to flop down on it*

Besides, we didn't even go to war in the end, did we?

This time. The fact that it even got as far as it did is a problem. Sharky sabotaged our rudder, by the way. I didn't tell anyone else because it was already a tense situation. I didn't need to make it worse.

Did he now?

*She couldn't help a small smirk, because that was kind of amusing. But not really, because Akira is so serious*

Well, I'm sure he's very sorry. Or something. I knew nothing about any of that. Anyway, it isn't your rudder anymore, is it?

Doesn't change the fact that it was, and it was an annoyance.

[He does a few more checks before taking the skillet off the fire.]

Okay, this should be enough for everybody, provided they don't want seconds. Dump that bucket of sand on the fire, would you?

Yes, okay, okay. But that's him you want to take that up with, not me.

*Grudgingly, she stands back up, and promptly puts out the fire, before standing beside Akira to look over the food*

I don't know. At this rate I might have thirds.

Then you'd better make sure you it eat it before other people smell it. I'm not taking a large portion, anyway.

Don't be cute, Akira. If you're hungry, just eat it.

*She fetches a couple of bowls, and a couple of spoons - being on a ship with British people apparently meant a lack of chop sticks around*

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