[center][b]Kitchen[/b]
[@Wade Wilson][@Aletheias][@CanisMajoris2][@MushyKetchup][@DisguisedDemon][/Center][hr][hr]
The kitchen seemed to get more and more crowded. Not that JC minded. He enjoyed the company, even if they were perfect strangers. There was no harm in a little more extra hands.

[color=7ea7d8]"Name's JC, by the way,"[/color] he introduced over the noise of voices and shifting kitchenware. [color=7ea7d8]"Dashingly charming Master Cook."[/color] Well, Master Microwaver really. The most cooking he'd done was make a salad, and even that came out weird tasting. Still, girls dug a guy who could cook, and JC was more than happy to fill that slot. He glanced over his shoulder as he heard a yip, blinking in surprise as he saw a guy pick up a dog. [color=7ea7d8]"I'm really hoping that thing isn't going into the spaghetti."[/color] JC walked over, lightly scratching the pup behind the ears. It was cute little hound, though it still baffled him how it was on the ship. Wasn't there a policy against that or something? Or maybe it was part of the ship? JC shrugged away. So far it hadn't bit or peed, so it couldn't be that bad.

[color=7ea7d8]"Pans, right?"[/color] He turned away, rummaging through the cabinets. He finally emerged with several pans balanced haphazardly on top of a large pot and placed them on the stove top. JC picked up a pan, pretending to swing it like a bat, before tossing and twirling it through the air. [color=7ea7d8]"What next, Cap'n?"[/color] he asked, grimacing as the pan fell to the floor with a clang. He quickly picked it back up and dusted it off, sheepishly glancing up expectedly.