Ceres kept a watchful eye on the seas, staying at the helm until they had cleared the storm. The worst part was over now, and since they had gotten through there was even less chance that the marines would still find them. Usually they didn't sail through storms like these. Not in these seas at least. Once that was done she called over one of the sailors, ordering him to take over. Then after some directions on where she wanted to go she headed to Octavius. "How about we talk things over properly in the captain's cabin with some dinner? I don't think either of us have had a proper meal in at least a day, you in months if I'm not mistaken. 

There was no proper kitchen on this ship...yet. But the woman could still make a decent meal with what the old captain still had in store. So she made a fire in the wood stove and grabbed a pan, some salt and pepper, and two large fish. Once they were on the fire she also grabbed bread, cheese, and a few apples, putting them on the table together with two plates. "You know, I used to be known as a chef cook when I was still just a sailor working for the marines." She started, grabbing some bread with cheese for herself as she prepared the fish. "Which is a lesser reason why I wanted my own ship. So I could put a proper kitchen in it."

Once the fish were done she put one on Octavius' plate and one on hers. Even with the few things she had, she managed to make the fish look like they had come out of a restaurant. Baked for just long enough, looking like the Fish's meat would melt on your tongue like butter. "But I didn't ask you to come here just for a meal of course." She spoke, sitting down and looking at him. "I wouldn't mind joining your crew, but before I make a decision I'd like some more information. Do you plan on using simple sailors like these men for your crew? As, if that's the case, I might be better off alone. The Grand Line isn't that forgiving to people that aren't stronger than them."