Rem slapped Micky's hand as he started reaching into the bag.<br/><br/>"I'm cooking and you're not going to eat what I'm cooking until I've cooked it, got it?" He demanded more then he asked. He listened to what Mickey said he was going to do and sighed. As much as he would love to go with him, he also knew exactly what Dare was about to say about that particular line of thought. That was why when it was Rem's turn to make some cash, he didn't tell people what he was doing to get it. He was pretty sure that someone was going to object to his methods of making money.<br/><br/>Rem made his way into the kitchen and immediately got to work. A large pot, big enough for him to sit in if he wanted, filled with water put on the stove set on high was all he could do at the moment. As soon as it boiled he had a long list of things to do, but until then he could only wait. He admired the kitchen while he did so. It wasn't some five star restaurant kind of kitchen, it had some rusty spots and some tile countertops that were a little off white, but it was big, and it had enough cook wear to make a variable feast, and most of all it as well warn, which Rem liked best. All in all, it gave the impression that they were feeding an army, which was far from true even though each Werewolf could eat a LOT more then your average human. It felt like the cabin could fit a lot more then it currently had.<br/><br/>"Put the stuff on the countertop," Rem said. He started to absentmindedly unpack his bags, all full of spices of every kind. He held up a spice he particularly loved, a mix called 'Slap ya Mama" and started to read the ingredients. He hoped he'd be able to recreate the cajun spice mix himself once he started growing the herbs he needed.