He leans his head on his hand and rests his elbow on the floor, looking up. "I don't know, Marvelous, you are the captain! I'm still Don, you know, I'm not like Basco. I'd never hurt Gai, if he were here." Though when he calls up memories of Gai, they're not accompanied by the usual pang of emotion and sadness. He doesn't miss him like he did, though the idea of not having to cook every day does appeal to him.

"I'd never hurt one of the crew, you know," he says, putting his hand over his gut protectively. There was nothing in it for him, that's for sure. He liked the Galleon, he liked working on the ship, he liked cooking. Of course, at this point he does understand Basco a bit better. He cared about making Marvelous and Akared trust him, because he wanted power. When they stopped being useful to him, he cut the cord. Don doesn't feel that way, but he understands the impulse. Now, anyway.

He stands up. "How about I make some dinner while you get in touch with your First Forged?"