"Good! And it'll help when you try to escape, I'm sure," she said with a smile, as she sauntered into the closet to get dressed, herself. She emerged a few minutes later, wearing a similarly over-the-top outfit in the style of a wet-navy captain, albeit with a rather more conservative, if still flamboyant, hat.<br/><br/>"Now, come along, dear. First, food; I don't know about you, but after that, I'm starving." She led the way through the ship towards what seemed like the center of the hull, and into a fairly large mess hall, where a couple dozen members of the crew were eating, some sitting and reading a book, others sitting in small groups and talking, though their arrival certainly quieted a few conversations, and earned a few stares. She led Ivy past the main mess hall, and into a much smaller dining room, with seating for no more than a dozen. Only a single person was there, a woman who looked to be mostly human, though she had a few elven features, most notably pointed ears, her dark hair drawn back into a ponytail, studying a tablet through half-moon reading glasses, dressed in a white lab coat. She glanced up as the two entered, nodded politely to the captain, and arched an eyebrow at Ivy, though she didn't say anything, and soon returned to her reading.<br/><br/>"What would you like?" Midnight asked Ivy, as they took a seat. "My chef can make just about anything... or make a fairly good imitation, at least."