"You… Can make beer too?"
"I didn't make this from scratch if that's what you're wondering," I explained, placing the mug of beer I mixed at the usual place I would put his food. "But I do know how to mix alcohol and I learned some bartending skills from a bartender."
"Why the heck are you a Merc then? You could make a fortune with the food you're cooking. If you opened a restaurant or something, you could just live off of that."
"Simple. I'm not interested. I take more pleasure flying through space and seeing new planets and stations than just staying in one place. Besides, I don't have a license and I sure as hell won't be going to those fake schools to get one."
"Hmm… Fair enough."
I was about to turn around and leave him to his beer when he called out to me, "Hey, where are you going?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Back to the bridge so you can have your beer?"
