"I had heard of Crete's food troubles, mainly rumour and hearsay from passing captains, not the most reliable method of getting news. Still I'm pleased to know the situation has improved. Naturally I would be more than willing to offer a steady supply in addition to the specific requests of your family, should the need arise."
A sudden lash of flame from one of the cooking stations caused Brisbane to jump back in alarm startling Ronaldo and several of the staff. He straightened up looking rather embarrassed and spoke to the staff.
"Terribly sorry everyone, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm not accustomed to open flames."
He turned to Ronaldo.
"I really am sorry Senor, being raised in space makes you wary of open flames, as you can imagine fire is extremely dangerous when you have a limited supply of air and water. Perhaps it would be best if we left the kitchens, I wouldn't want to alarm any more of your staff."
He gave a small chuckle as Ronaldo directed him out of the kitchens.
"You were saying more of your family will be attending dinner tonight? I would certainly like to meet them, time permitting of course. Formal or casual?"
