Sharee seemed only slightly agitated. Under normal circumstances, she would make an example out of a crew member who refused to follow her orders, but with how much she had already been drinking, her judgement was further skewed by the food he offered. "Well, that's good. If you poisoned our food, I would be obligated to cut you up and serve you for dinner. It's not like the poison would hurt me. Anyway, I think I'll avoid disciplining you this time..." Sharee began, her expression becoming considerably more stern "...but don't do it again. If I give an order, there's a good reason for it."

Sharee maintained a serious gaze for a few moments turning away and approaching the nearby kegs. She filled up a second mug of brandy, then walked back over to to the Breton chef and gave it to him, leaving him little choice but to accept it. She put her arm around his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. Her expression was not exactly angry, but neither was it lighthearted. If there was a way to be threatening and friendly at the same time, she was accomplishing it. "You've done a lot of work tonight, even if it wasn't the work I asked for. Why don't you take a moment and have a drink with us, let me get to know our chef. I would be offended if you did not."