Loradin, Meandered into the kitchen, looking at the startled Tarot, and the busily working Felixia...."So tell me Tarot, what am I paying for.. or is just a moment of sleepy morning? Anyways, you need to make me some coffee, now if its any trouble." Looking at Tarots questionable look... "Third cabinet from the port side, second shelf. Boil a pot of water and add in the powder. Let it steep like tea and then pour it into one of the ceramic cups hanging on the side of the kitchen."
((NOTE FOR THE CREW.... Coffee has only been sen in the southern area of this world, and the only people who know what it is truly are Loradin and Luna.))
The captain walked out into the galley, his attire, still that of a man who sleeps in his boxers, and yet the captain's sky tanned skin, and highly toned body, didn't seem to care, and nor did he as he sat down at the table looking over his crew with a groggy look in his eyes.
"Luna....*morning cough*..whats the status of the ship from the attack. and the state of the crew if not out right horny and happy?"