I look at the man in shock as he accuses me of deceit but quickly regain my composure as he heads off into the back. It was clear this man wasn't going to be of much use in improving the meal quality for the passengers on the ship. I than turn to Mat and sigh, "I suppose we'll just have to grit our teeth and think of our homeland when it comes to the food. We can at least secure a table however. I'm not sure if there's anything we can do about the meals now that we're already on-board the ship. Unless there's a cleric somewhere we can befriend who isn't opposed to creating something for us. I doubt they've got much in the ships hold better than they're serving, and our only other option would be to catch some fresher fish ourselves if we can get our hands on a hook and line."<br/><br/>Looking around the galley now, I point toward a free table near the kitchens, "Perhaps that would be a a suitable table."