Rogue shrugged, well aware that the group was more likely to attack the food than her. She'd spent years around hungry, hormonal teenagers with superpowers - she could handle a few Wraith, easy. "They can stay if they're willing to be put to work," she offered, not sure if any of them might actually volunteer for such a task. "But otherwise, a crowd will just slow things down." And none of them were likely to want that.

She didn't wait to see who might decide to stick around. Returning to the pantry, she started with the spices, the necessity for any successful cooking venture. One jar was open, sniffed, and then another. They smelled familiar, maybe a little different from what was on Earth, but fairly similar to oregano and marjoram. Excellent.

"I can work with this," she said to herself with a nod and a growing smile. "How many servings do we need?" she called a little louder, grabbing a few things to carry out to the island. Some of the vegetables, the butter, the meat. Todd hadn't eaten much before, so these supplies could easily be stretched to last them the trip.