Asra makes her way down to the galley, rubbing her rump and scowling. As she gets closer, though, she straightens, her spirits lifting slightly. Cook's mate doesn't sound<em>that</em>bad... better than being stuck up on deck, at least.<br/><br/>She reaches the entrance to the galley and knocks hesitantly. "Hello, um, Sir? I'm here to be the new cook's mate..."<br/><br/>(Rolling once I know what to roll... It's going to be Influence, though, on the ship's cook.)