Dinner time rolled around for the group eating tonight had arrived. They'd become fairly self-reliant in the kitchen now, only consulting with Rogue when they were trying something new or to double check something. However, their experimenting had depleted the pantry far quicker than it should have been. There was plenty of food to get them to Atlantis, but still, while encouraging a balance of meat versus vegetables and so on was good, the amount of food per sitting was perhaps best to be scaled back. For example instead of having four side dishes, only one or two.

Fortunately the fridge they had had only ingredients within it that needed to be kept chilled. Leftovers were consumed pretty much right away by the "breakfast" shift, so there hadn't been any waste of such yet.

The group had already begun working on the soup and bread bowls for the night's meal when Todd and the queen arrived.

She stood to the side and out of the way while her crew worked like a well-oiled machine getting the meal together, observing the techniques they used to undoubtedly question Todd or Rogue later about. Todd joined them as the last couple weeks he'd had little practice in the kitchen.