"Hm. Even your teeth are sparkly," says Mister Plugg.

"Yeah, call him Sparkles!" calls a member of the crew, and then a whole chorus of sailors chime in with that.

Mister Plugg gives a rare chuckle, if only because he sees how the oread's toothy grin may have worked against any machismo he ever held for himself. "Sparkles it is."

He moves to the next in line. "You? Can you cook?"

"No, sir," says the dark-red-haired woman, "but I know how to heat a man -or woman - up properly."

Catcalls, whistles, and all that you can imagine as such from that. Mister Plugg licks his lips with a rare - and dangerous - smile, and continues on down the line.

Next, he faces the reptilian-looking guy with the satchel. Mister Plugg looks down at the satchel, and doesn't say anything. He just moves on to the last in line ... he one they call Sprawl. "Can you cook?"

Sprawl, how do you answer?