Lyra opened her eyes as she felt something blocking the sun’s rays only to be greeted by a tall figure with a rather impressive set of assets. She had to stare silently for a moment at the cook's impressive figure before answering. “Yes, ma’am that be me.” She said in her normal relaxed manner, apparently the other woman’s figure had only fazed her for a mere moment before Lyra had returned to her usual laid back self. “You must be… Moira MacAnderew, the ship’s head chef correct?” She used chef because quite frankly anyone who could make food as good as her breakfast had been deserved to be called chef not cook. It was pretty easy to guess just who Moira was actually. Lyra had heard rumors of the chef’s appearance and it was easy to see that the rumors had not done the description of the cook justice. ”I have say Moira that was some of the best food I’ve ever had. Your breakfast might actually give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.” Given how hard it was to get the new helmswoman out of bed that was quite the compliment. Besides it was always good to be on the cook’s good side. Not only was there a chance of getting snacks and it also avoided getting on their bad side. She’d seen someone piss off a cook once. It hadn’t ended well and after a few sudden trips to the bathroom said person was always the perfect picture of respect whenever the cook came around.