Being that he had little else to do today as well, on this glorious Christmas (he'd celebrated Hanukkah with Stanley and that had been fun, learning the various customs and traditions), cooking seemed to be an alright way to pass the time. They weren't at the mall anymore, back at the mysterious island they called home, and it reminded Killian that he wanted to do some more research anyway. His plans of comparing and contrasting magics, trying to find something to exploit in the barrier that kept that from traveling beyond this world, remained shelved. Along with his own troubles, which kept digging in deeper and deeper, burrs that were constant presences.
He was a decent cook though - he had to be creative on a pirate ship, both he and his stalwart crew. And who knew, with a bit of combining powers perhaps they could come up with a few different variations on a theme - there were fresh herbs in the greenhouse as well, and now they were back on the island it seemed to be a fine time to put them to use. Collecting some basil and marjoram, to add to the cooking collection, he headed to the kitchen and greeted his fellow swordsman.
"Well, you weren't joking. That's a lot of turkey."