Fiddlesticks decided to finish the rest of his honey bruised ribs and sweet potato fries before thinking any further about the mission. His giant wrench lay in the dinner table in front of him. Glistening in gloriously polished stainless steel. It was used for screwing and unscrewing the larger nuts and bolts on the engine and throughout the ship. Fiddlesticks carried it around with him for he considered it his lucky charm. It seemed that whenever he had it around, good things happened. Maybe it was luck? Or perhaps maybe, simply, the mere fact that Fiddlesticks had the giant spanner strapped to his back made him feel more confident. Whatever the case may be, the giant spanner has gotten Fiddlesticks out of trouble before, and it will do so again. 

For the life of him Fiddlesticks couldn't think of anything more to add. He tended to be the type of person who went with the flow though he wasn't afraid to speak up and challenge others when something wasn't quite right. He agreed with what the others said about not being ready for space combat. The weapons systems and the general functionality of the ship were several upgrades away from being ready for anything hardcore. They were just starting out on their adventure after all. A bunch of amateurs they were still. Upon further consideration, Fiddlesticks thought that choosing to go help throw a party would be a great first mission for the amateurish crew of the quest for flavour. Perhaps he could find one of his childhood bullies there. A clue maybe? 

[color=limegreen]"Yeah, you know. I'm up for whatever."[/color] Fiddlesticks said aloud to the crew. He swung his giant wrench over his left shoulder with his left hand and holstered it in its special holding strap on his back. He figured that the crew would be leaving the diner soon. Not soon enough Fiddlesticks thought.