we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs

[showboater]

Who: Captain Marvelous and Don
What: Loot sorting and minor ship repairs, or: Marvelous gets used to having a crew again.
Where: Gokai Galleon
When: Now-ish
Warnings: Marvelous being a tool, by which I mean business as usual.

Marvelous has taken advantage of the recent upheaval in the Junk Pile by everybody looking around for outfits or whatever, and he returns to the ship after an afternoon digging around with anything that looked like it was food or mechanical. Doc could get the weirdest uses out of stuff, after all.

He tosses his coat up on the coat rack after he rounds the top of the stairs to the bridge, and--after plucking an apple out of the bowl on the table--he settles with a fwump into his chair, dropping the sack of stuff at his feet.

"Doc," he calls, mouth full of fruit, "you here?"

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[doctordon]

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.

[showboater]

"Well, good for us both, you're here," he answers, which is as close as Don will get to appropriate gratitude at any point ever. Good for a certain value of good, anyway. As good as things got, around here.

He notices Don's grumbling, of course, and huffs to himself more defensively than the rest of his attitude would imply, but otherwise says nothing. The chicken has his mood perking up, anyway.

[doctordon]

He's aware that Marvelous' sarcasm sometimes covers more soft, genuine feelings. So he takes it at face value, and feels a little better about the whole situation. I mean, it's obvious to him that the crew's been missed and he's taking the brunt of that. So he lays off. For now. If he doesn't make a stink about the condition of the ship from time to time, Marvelous would get suspicious anyway.

The chicken needs a little more sear, in his opinion, but he moves it to the side of the pan to cook the cabbage alongside. It's one of his sure-fire tricks for getting the crew to eat vegetables... Make them taste a little bit like meat. "It's almost ready, by the way!" he calls. "You want to set the table?" The answer, undoubtedly, will be no.

[showboater]

Don was correct that Marvelous didn't think the Doc was the Doc without a bunch of complaining, often about things Marvelous was directly responsible for. Laws of the universe and of their crew, et cetera.

The smell is wafting onto the bridge by now, and Marvelous pauses to suck in a breath, relishing it. Then Don's question gets to him, and his only response is to laugh. "No," he calls back, after a minute.

[doctordon]

He brings out a couple plates and two sets of silverware as well as some cups. "I thought you'd say that," he grumbles. He misses Ahim and Gai even more.

He sets the table and sighs, "All right. See if I make you chicken again for a couple weeks."

[showboater]

Marvelous slides forward his chair, eyeing the table with approval. "You'll have to, or it'll get freezer-burned," he points out, which might be totally false but it's not like he cares.

[doctordon]

He rolls his eyes, "You'll be begging me for chicken before this gets even a touch of freezer-burn." But he hustles back into the kitchen to plate anyway. There's a bit of simple seaweed and daikon salad in a bowl that he'd been waiting to spring on Marvelous.

He brings out the chicken, cabbage, and salad very, very carefully, and sets them on the table. "Dinner is served!" he chimes triumphantly, more from the fact that he managed to set the food down without spilling any than anything.

[showboater]

"I don't beg," he answers, looking away resolutely. He's actually half-out of his chair already by the time Don gets to the table, following either the scent of food or the concern that Don was going to somehow trip over a chair leg.

Thankfully they can both relax, and he reaches to the plate of chicken in order to pluck a single piece up and toss it in his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, and nods approvingly before he moves around Don and settles himself down at the head of the table.

"Then let's get to it," he says, already loading up his plate with no concern for Don.

[doctordon]

He sighs, "Of course you don't, Captain." He says as he sits down. He smiles, anyway, watching Marvelous so eager to eat his cooking. He makes absolutely sure Marvelous gets some vegetables on his plate before he serves himself, and then he makes sure to rescue a couple of thighs and legs from Marvelous' grasping hands.

He tastes, and it's almost like it would have been if Gai was here. But not quite. Still, good enough.

[showboater]

Marvelous doesn't actually hate vegetables as much as he claims to--mostly he just keeps a high level of complaints in order to discourage more vegetable appearances. He'd grown up eating whatever was around, and it's not a habit he's ever gotten out of. Not that he particularly wanted to get out of it.

He's got a mouth full of food when he speaks, again. "'s good," he compliments.

[doctordon]

That's basically all he usually gets as payment for his services, and it took him kind of a long time to realize that it was all he really wanted. A little compliment from Marvelous went a long way, in the end. He eats the chicken first, a habit that started when he joined the crew and people got grabby.

"Thanks," he responds, trying to be just as gruff as Marvelous, but he can't keep a little smirk from his lips. Engineering was his job, but cooking... Well that was his passion, at least a little.

[showboater]

Marvelous is in full food-mode by now, which means the only importance of Don is as an obstacle to More Chicken. He's kind of shoveling a little of everything into his mouth all at once, though. Proper Don cooking was not to be wasted. Even on Don's plate, which means he's keeping an eye on all of that chicken.

[doctordon]

With two of them, it's a little easier to divide up the chicken, which is why Don made sure to cook double what he would want to eat plus one, knowing even then that he might get shorted on chicken.

He tries to get to his part of the chicken before Marvelous at least, but he can only eat so fast.

[showboater]

Marvelous, to his credit, only steals one more piece of chicken than Don had banked on, as he's actually enjoying the salad thing. Not that he'd admit it aloud, but half the mound on his plate is gone, which speaks volumes.

"You even hungry?" he asks, through a mouthful of food.

[doctordon]

He gives Marvelous a reproachful look, "Not everyone eats like you, Marvelous." He waves his hands. "And if you're so concerned, you could try not eating it all before I can get to it!"