He's such a singleminded guy. I think he may have completely missed my innuendo in favor of drooling over the food. It doesn't even have any meat in it - a category of food I've already learned he has special fondness for - but nevertheless he's looking at it with the longing eyes of a lover. I definitely can use this, at some point.

I grin, sass in my voice, and quirk a brow at him, intrigued. I can't resist the temptation to find out what happens when I push another button or two. He makes this game endlessly fun, and he's very easy on the eyes. I don't know if he's realized how close he's standing to me, just to get closer to the smell of the food.

"That's good. I love spice, myself." The spoon scrapes in the pan, mixing in the powdered spice - from the smell of it, it's cumin, a lucky grab on his part - with the caramelized vegetables and the char. "Maybe I should make a separate dish for our Captain, and make ours even hotter."