A short while later, Irving materializes an apron, tying it around his back with a THWIP. It has Katja's face and a bunch of paw marks on it.
He chops tomatoes, onions, and lettuce at a chopping board.
He stirs a steaming pot of chili soup, and seasons it with some pepper
Lani (offscreen): Should we really be cooking this stuff? This is CHETH we're talking about.
A big view of the ship's kitchen, with cabinets, shelves, an oven, and Irving at the cooktop. He's surrounded by chopped food, a bowl of dough, a bag of flour, and a pile of cooked meat. Pavel sits in front of the oven with his lantern nearby. Lani lifts herself onto a countertop to open a nearby window. Cal is sorting through more food in even more boxes, with a ferret ghost draped over his shoulders. Katja paws at a box happily, wagging her tail.
Irving: Lani, if I have to chew on one more seabird, I'm going to SCREAM. Cheth gives us dinner? We're having dinner. End of story. As much of a bastard he is. And if anything will get Phaedra out of her funk, it's a good meal.
Lani: I guess he can't... POISON us.
Cal: But why bring us supplies if he brought a CHILD for us to eat? Not that I'm complaining, no no.
A closeup from inside the oven, looking out at Pavel. He watches a tray of scones baking, with a big smile on his face.
Cal (offscreen): We wouldn't dare eat you, Master Pavel.
Pavel: I probably don't taste very good anyway.
Irving smiles and holds a bone in the air. There's a bit of juicy meat on it. He looks back, smiling.
Irving: No more souls for you, Kat. Catch!
Katja happily catches the meaty bone with a CHOMP.
