Ben raises his eyes from the sizzling space meet to come face to face with a dragon. By all means he should be surprised but he's met a dragon before. A real one, with leathery skin and a communicator. That dragon was an accomplished cartographer. This one... Well, he looks cool.

He can roll with it.

"Have you seen what they carry on this ship?" he retorts, waving a spatula-shaped object in one hand. He jerks it over his shoulder, thoughtlessly tossing purple specks flying behind him. Someone else will have to clean that mess because he won't. "I don't know what most of it is! But this stuff looks... edible. And I'm starving. It's good enough for me."