You made food that smells too delicious to resist, not my fault. The bread is majestic, for the record.

[ Toasty as he is, he lifts the blanket to welcome Chris into his space and rearranges how he's sitting, knees resting against Chris's leg. The book is laid between them as they eat. ]

This is some sort of a cadet manual, I think? The dangers of a starship are very serious, that's the vibe I'm getting.