Just because her tone doesn't invite argument doesn't mean Muldoon won't argue anyway. They're at least as stubborn as each other.

"Thank you, but it's alright," he insists. "Even if I did have the time, I don't think I'd be able to cook much better than the canteen. And I wouldn't know where to begin explaining how I managed to smuggle fresh food onto the island."

Because he can't look at her for long, she only gets a pointed glance. "And I won't have you spending your money on me like that. The food here is edible. It does the job."

"Besides." She gets another glance. "I've been here seven years and haven't gotten scurvy yet."