To be fair, I warned him. [ Sort of. ] And you avenged him, so as far as I'm concerned, we're all fucking squared away here. No need to shoot me twice.

[ The suggestion of Poe cooking does make her pause a little though. Honestly, she'd gotten so used to rations that she'd half-forgotten any of them could cook. She's surprised to find that the idea appeals to her — a meal together, something as homemade as you can get when you live on a ship. It'd probably make them all feel better. And a bit more... Together. Especially after all she's put them through these past few days. ]

Lend you a hand, if you want. [ She's not a brilliant chef by any means, but she's competent enough. Hard not to be, when you're centuries old. ] Just don't feed us so much that we won't all fit in one bed later.

[ Because, casually as she says that, some part of her really just wants to close her eyes and fall asleep to the rhythm of them breathing nearby. ]