Killer and Kidd had been pals forever now. With Kidd being the captain and Killer being the right hand man. Killer was definitely more of the motherly type if that makes sense.

Killer would often make sure food was well cooked, the ship was clean, things were organized, and that his lovely captain was safe... Well Kidd was more childish.

Killer was wearing an apron, which definitely didn't suit his muscular build..., and was making dinner. Kidd kept asking if it was done yet.

"No, it's not done." Killer answered the first time. Kidd asked why. "Because it'll be tastier if we let it cook more. Give it like... Ten minutes."