[i]Oh hell no. Fuck that.[/i] Yasha continued to glare as the creature mentioned taking his blood. Yeah, he was sure it would [i]love[/i] to have his blood. For 'testing' purposes. He'd sooner trust a politician. He noticed that Isam didn't even flinch at the creature. He probably had shit like that running all over the damn place in Iraq. Yasha distinctly remembered the man's description of camel spiders. It made his skin crawl. 

"Omar is in the kitchen," Isam offered, "We're about to head that way if you want to come with us." 

Yasha gave Isam a dirty look. [i]Yeah, invite the giant spider to come with us, asshole.[/i] He gave a resentful grunt as he turned and headed up the hall, which he assumed, from the signs posted on the wall, led to the kitchen. 

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Omar was enjoying himself. The kitchen was a decent size, had plenty of cabinet space, and was fully stocked with every ingredient he could ever need. This could be heaven. He dug his recipe book out of his bag and flipped through the pages to find something that would make a good crowd pleaser. He wasn't sure what the crew's tastes were, given that some of them weren't even human, but he would try keep them happy. During lunch, he hoped to learn if any of them had any specific dietary needs -such as an allergy, religious aversions, or medical conditions- that would affect his meal making.

Omar landed on a page for [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTgf4lIUsJo/Ult1z3P_H4I/AAAAAAAACcQ/uR9oTVwZ1ww/s1600/IMG_24172.jpg]shredded chicken tacos[/url]. He couldn't remember anyone ever complaining when he made these. He left the book open on the counter as he went work. There was a crockpot in the pantry, and whole chickens in the cooler. He roughly knew the number of people he had to feed, and he also knew that one of them was a very large, green man. Omar figured that Lug would need a whole chicken just for himself. He had his work cut out for him, that was for sure.

Within a couple hours, lunch would be ready.