"So ya wanna lend a hand then, eh? Alright, there's a buncha boxes of vegetables in the walk in fridge over there. Just get a single box, they're all pre-mixed together for each meal. I'll need those veggies diced and sliced while I get things on my end cooking up." Ratchet grinned at Meg and Zal, sliding on a cooking apron with his three arms and opening up the cupboards throughout the kitchen.<br/><br/>While he retrieved the pots and filled them with water for boiling, the crew members were soon joined by Nero after a course of five minutes. The vice captain was dressed down into a simple pair of fresh green pants and a tight fitting black tank top that hugged to his torso. He carried with him a container of water for hydration, his forehead damped by sweat from his workout in the simulation chamber and a towel about his shoulders to wipe away any runaway droplets. He took notice of Meg and Zal assisting Ratchet with the dinner and a small smirk crawled onto the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>"I see you're already being put to work. I should have warned you earlier. Ratchet is a stickler for work around here. I don't even think he's capable of taking a vacation if he ever had the chance." he spoke softly, yet with firmness in his tone. The sort a natural born leader would utilize in his mannerisms. He glanced down at his side where Crash was seated and observing the two cooking the dinner, "And Mister Graves, ever our professional food critic. Everything up to standards Crash?"<br/><br/>Graves snorted and broke his watchful gaze off of Meg, looking up to Nero at his side, "Dinner was started five minutes late. That enough criticism for ya?"<br/><br/>"If it is, then you must be taking a liking to Meg already." Nero spoke with a teasing fashion, smiling lightly, "I don't think I've ever heard you be that nice before."<br/><br/>Graves huffed, "What?! Don't be crazy, I can't criticize anyone if they haven't done anything yet!" He turned his head to the side and grunted crankily.<br/><br/>"I'll make a mental note of that for future reference." Nero chuckled, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen entrance, observing Meg and Ratchet interacting.<br/><br/>The scent of the food simmering in the pots soon brought out the Captain of the Condor from his quarters. The big man poked his innocently mustached face around the corner and blinked twice, peaking curiously into the kitchen before joining everyone. He folded his large forearms one over the other and beamed with a contagious grin, "Ah, I see dinner is already on the stove! Very good! It smells most appetizing! What are we cooking my comrades?"<br/><br/>"<em>Sadzian Stew.</em>Mum's old recipe." Ratchet answered calmly, stirring the special sauce he had prepped.<br/><br/>"Excellent! I look most forward to trying your mother's special formula!" Dirk complimented.<br/><br/>Graves stared at the Captain with distaste, "When you talk, I feel my brain on the verge of an aneurysm."<br/><br/>Nero laughed as he retrieved the dishes for serving, standing next to Meg at the time, "Mister Graves wit becomes something more tasteful over time. You'll see."