Alright, start with three cups of flour, all purpose is fine. Yeah, you don't need that fancy Antares stuff, they’re just trying to push it. Whole wheat? Seriously? … You can substitute a cup, but only if you want to be laughed at. No, of course I haven’t. Look, I just know, okay? One and a half teaspoons of salt. Check in the hold, that stuff we got off the last merchant. Iodized? Sure, use that. Yeast. Okay, now in the pantry, there’s a safe. The combination is 17, 64, 3, 2, 80. Bring me the jar with the red star on it. Great. Measure out a quarter teaspoon of it – careful. Mix all that together. Of course not, I’m supervising. Now, liquids. Three quarters of a cup, plus two tablespoons of water. This bit’s my favorite. One quarter of a cup plus two tablespoons of beer. Let me see… Heisler, Norbecker, Duff, Pawtucket… No matter how many, there’s never enough! Grab a tablespoon of each, will you? Ha! …Nah, don't worry, I'll take care of any extra, you just get mixing. What do you mean this tablespoon is bigger than the one for the water? It's a Muton spoon. Of course it's bigger! You can’t use a wimpy spoon for beer. What? I’m busy. Oh, uh, a tablespoon of white vinegar. No, it doesn’t matter. Not the Muton spoon – are you touched? Look, I said don’t worry about the beer. I’ve got it. Start mixing already. No, there’s still some dry stuff at the bottom. Keep going, you’ll get it all. Yeah, just like that. Alright. Now it’s gotta rest for twelve to eighteen hours. We’re near Rigel, right? Great. Should be just enough time to pop in and make a little withdrawal. Don’t worry about it, happens to all of us eventually. Couldn’t have guessed that that frigate was packing a pair of fusion cannons. Quit lubbin’. You want to waste all our hard work? Yeah, I’m sure. It’d take a god’s own luck to track that last jump. And we got the goods. Look, I knew what was in the cards when I signed up. Happened to my Captain, his Captain. Happen to you some day, too. You want this or not? Take notes, then. Won’t be repeating myself. More important? You already know how to do the other stuff. I’m no Mondatta – this’s as profound as I get. Need some paper next, something that can handle high temp – supposed to be parchment paper. Fine then, grab one of the maps. No, not that one, we never found it. Okay, but not like that, just use the back. Grab the oil from the corner shelf so the dough won’t stick. Oh? Use some flour, instead. No, you’re supposed to flour the board first. Technique? Ha! Just mash it around, knock the bubbles out of it. How many times was that? Only supposed to be a dozen, but ought to be fine – recipe's pretty forgiving. Let it sit for a bit, hour and a half. Me? Not going to matter. I’m fine right here, just going to lie back. Alright, now the dutch oven. What? Well why the hell did you do that to it? It’s fine, just dump out the nails. What about a trap case? Just need something that can hold the steam in and take the heat. Yeah, that pot'll do. Rust? Ha! Not gonna be my problem. What? Already? Yeah, of course I’m still here. Set the oven for five hundred, toss the pot in. No, not the dough. Let me know in a half hour. Huh? Oh, oven’s hot. Good. Turn it down to four twenty five and drop the dough in. Lid’s on, right? Thirty minutes. God that smells good, don’t it? Harlock himself couldn't've done any better, I say. Pull the lid off, give it another twenty. What? What? Yeah, of course I’m still here. Stop yelling. No, none of that either. See that crust? God that takes me back. V-blade will work fine, so long as you cleaned it. Good. Wouldn’t want any seasonings. Jelly and peanut butter are on the top shelf. What? You don’t? … Fine, I think there’s a fillet in the back of the freezer, maybe some tartar sauce. Just nuke it. Seriously? Well put it out already! Ugh. Never understood how someone could like those. Smells like catfood. Well, whatever. Hope your under has better taste when your turn comes.