That one potsticker actually helped immensely with his nausea. Amazing what a since piece of food could do. And there was plenty more where that came from apparently. Good. Because unlike some of his siblings, he ate a lot. He liked eating.
"I actually helped out Chef Blackthorne the dinner service after the ship went insane... I might have to do that again. It was kind of fun," he shrugged a shoulder. The chaos of the kitchen was always interesting anyhow. And it did help that the red head with glasses that'd been his boss for the evening was kind of adorable. He wasn't totally dead after all.
"No, definitely not terrible," this time there was a bigger smile. That charming one he'd learned from watching Ios. Although he still hadn't noticed that he was really eating out of her hands, there was a cute girl with food. Any slip ups and next time there could be no food. And again without thinking he took the pork bun right out of her fingers to eat.