Napoleon was amused. He understood the frustration of the low energy lifestyle the ship presented. There were no threats, people got along, and you had everything you needed at your fingertips thanks to the replicator. For the lack of a better word, once the shininess of the ship wore off, it was boring. There was no one to manipulate, no goals to reach. You had to make your own entertainment here and after the same, day in and day out, a place like Risa was truly a paradise just because it was different.
But a mission? Napoleon decided to see where Illya was going with this. "And what sort of mission would you propose? The case of the missing pudding cup during lunch?"