He narrows his eyes, annoyed at the mocking imitation. "Yeah, yeah. You're just lucky I showed up when I did, or you'd be camping out in the hull sideways and all my pots and pans would be messed up." He sighs, ducking back into the kitchen to continue to turn the chicken in the pan.

He spoons the sauce over the drumsticks carefully, calling, "Well, I got to the important stuff before the ship went aground, at least." He can't help but be a little grumbly. It's Marvelous' ship, sure. But it's his ship too.