"Aye, aye, captain." Steph headed over to the place he'd pointed and discovered that, yes, aprons lurked within. They were, somewhat surprisingly, not actually pink, unlike everything else.

"Cold butter?" Steph called over as she tied her apron on and pulled her hair back into a braid. She wasn't a cook but she'd had long hair for most of her life. She knew it's tendency to escape at the slightest provocation.