With a hop skip and a whistle, not really, but it sure felt better having met an inhabitant of this wonderful little hellion of a problem ship, Dun could not help but smile.  He strolled confidently into the lounge area with his eyes scanning around the room looking for any signs of life.  So far there was none to be seen though someone could be behind the bar.  The ship was so abustle with sound, he always thought he heard something going on and he might have heard the clanking of bottles...<br/><br/>Who knows, maybe he was just hearing ghosts or the Bees outside working on the hull...<br/><br/>"Gonna cook me some Irish Chili and its gonna be good!  Lets see whats in the kitchen!"  Knowing he may be speaking to no one at all did not concern him at all.  Anyone who could not put his voice out into the air did not deserve to live in his skin, and that was a fact.  First and foremost, Dun added a general broadcast for all occupied rooms that there would be food in two hours.  He did not want to start the party for just himself.  Maybe he could break it down a bit and get some home cooking for himself in the process.<br/><br/>Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a large pot and started browning key ingredients while looking over the pantry.  Romulan Garlic, Ferengi Sweet Red Onion...  Yeah, this kitchen had a good supply of ingredients.  Too bad it could not hold more than this.  He browned the Green Hatch Chili and removed their skins and chopped them, adding to the saute.  Fresh cumin and paprika and he was off to the races...  The rest came together by feel as he added a pint or three of oatmeal stout to the Angus Meat and let it marinate.<br/><br/>With a grin on his face and hunger at his core, he sipped some of his personal Stout that the replicators could make adequately and headed back out into the lounge to let the chili simmer.