He mentioned eating it. Her nose wrinkled, her insides objected. That was two votes for a no, so she shook her head. This was not destined for eating. That was too mundane a fate for this greasy victory.
"It deserves better than being eaten," she said solemnly. This ship was going to be her triumph over the smug and the unfairly haired in this world. It needed a fitting end. Then an idea hit her.
"We'll set it on fire!" Her dad had done something similar once. It left quite an impression on her at the time. It had also been one of those situations where not telling mom was crucial. This could be her tribute! Or something.
"Have you finished making the flag? That was your job, you know." She distinctly remembered assigning it to him. "That can be the part we light."