Also, this should be the first page properly hosted on Hiveworks.
Anyone checking it out for the first time, hello!
Welcome to this... aggressively blue comic.
You're just in time for dinner!
A short while later, Irving materializes an apron, tying it around his back with a THWIP. It has Katja's face and a bunch of paw marks on it.
He chops tomatoes, onions, and lettuce at a chopping board.
He stirs a steaming pot of chili soup, and seasons it with some pepper
Lani (offscreen): Should we really be cooking this stuff? This is CHETH we're talking about.
A big view of the ship's kitchen, with cabinets, shelves, an oven, and Irving at the cooktop. He's surrounded by chopped food, a bowl of dough, a bag of flour, and a pile of cooked meat. Pavel sits in front of the oven with his lantern nearby. Lani lifts herself onto a countertop to open a nearby window. Cal is sorting through more food in even more boxes, with a ferret ghost draped over his shoulders. Katja paws at a box happily, wagging her tail.
Irving: Lani, if I have to chew on one more seabird, I'm going to SCREAM. Cheth gives us dinner? We're having dinner. End of story. As much of a bastard he is. And if anything will get Phaedra out of her funk, it's a good meal.
Lani: I guess he can't... POISON us.
Cal: But why bring us supplies if he brought a CHILD for us to eat? Not that I'm complaining, no no.
A closeup from inside the oven, looking out at Pavel. He watches a tray of scones baking, with a big smile on his face.
Cal (offscreen): We wouldn't dare eat you, Master Pavel.
Pavel: I probably don't taste very good anyway.
Irving smiles and holds a bone in the air. There's a bit of juicy meat on it. He looks back, smiling.
Irving: No more souls for you, Kat. Catch!
Katja happily catches the meaty bone with a CHOMP.