Perfect. [Riddick juts his chin, that aggressive little nod that says life is just as it should be. He's gotten his crusts into pie tins, and fills them with beans to blind-bake them. He remembers not loving a soggy meat pie crust. Once they're ensconced to bake, he washes his hands, brings over a recipe book.]

I was thinking short-cakes for after dinner. Easy to whip up a lot of, not too fancy with the icing work. Thoughts?

[He lays the open book in front of little Marsh, like he's giving a mission briefing. He'd forgotten a little how much he loved the kitchen, getting extremely serious about food. He doesn't do much cooking on Kar-Charrat-- not much of an audience to eat it if he did.]