[u]Raisin[/u]

She licked a ladle covered by leftover protein porridge, sweeten and spiced for perfection. Which was a pretty difficult task because pre made protein pastes are disgusting globs from hell. Hair covered under a small cap with flowery patters humorously clashing with rest of her utilitarian cloths. 

She continued licking the ladle although it was already cleaned, her eyes mirroring confusion and inner struggle. From what she got, they ALL should meet the other crew at docks.  Truly the captain didn´t mean her, right? Cook is useless until running re-stocking errands. Or did he wanted her there as a bouncer? Surprising boom-boom elements?[i] [color=plum]I´ll slap a bitch, just give me your word.[/color][/i] She chuckled and proceeded to meet with rest of crewmates. 

She followed mostly silent. Perhaps asked one or two questions and remarks and one of them was for Ace:[b] [color=plum]“What have I told you about playing with your JUNK….”[/color][/b] She willingly omitted plural S for what she though was humorous input.[b][color=plum]”….on public??”[/color][/b] Laughter gargled in her throat and she took her place. Little bit at the back, with arms crossed on her chest. She was watching….and thinking….about what her little darlings would love to eat next.