"It's alright. I was a decent cook until I was nine, after that I lived on take-out. I'm pretty sure that the Thai place on the corner of my block has a dish named after me, as many times as I've eaten there." That probably wasn't true, but the food was pretty great for New York Thai.
"I'm sure you're good at other things. I'll try my hardest to keep you away from the stove, okay?"
He stole a sip from his coffee cup in between words, savoring that still welcoming flavor and enticing aroma. Was everything on this train so fancy and delightful?
"It'd be nice to find some land soon. I like pirates and all, but this seems like a little too much. We might all end up with scurvy or fighting off a kraken."