Considering you have a sneaking suspition that if you attempt to finish your rap it's going to turn into yet another mushy love song, you decide that cooking is the way to go. Luckily, the time on this ship, along with several cakes to the face means you can now somewhat cook.

Somewhat.

Jade has agreed to help you cook the meal; an extra pair of hands in the kitchen is always helpful when creating masterpieces such as the one you will serve John, not to mention when you had explained your plan she had cackled before saying she knew exactly what to cook. Frankly, as long as it tasted alright and wasn't chicken (because that would be just plain insensitive), you're good.

Now, if only you can find the girl...

=> Davesprite: Seek out your friend.