"Does he even eat?" I ask, not entirely seriously and not expecting any real sort of answer, I mean, I'm sure our captain eats, I've just never seen him at it. Either he wanders off when it's mealtime or he just sort of hovers near us at the table. It was a little unnerving at first, for maybe the beginning seconds of that first meal. But it's hard to care when decent food is set down in front of me.

The spice Basco had me add makes the wafting scent of the food even more enticing, and I have to actually stop myself from grabbing at bit of vegetable and popping it in my mouth. One, hot, and two, I think Basco might smack my hand with the spoon. "How much longer?"