"Well I'm no house elf but I can probably fix us up something decent," Mal informed as he peered into the icebox in the kitchen.
"Let's see - we've got roast beef for sandwiches, eggs and cheese...could make us some omlettes. There's greens for a salad..." he informed, and pulled out a container filled with something dubious and murky.
"I have no idea what the hell this is and I'm afraid to ask."
Mal gave Ace a questioning look as he held up the glass, thinking she might know.