Helpfully, the lights in the corridor are only on in the direction he came from. The other end of the corridor recedes into darkness.

This helps a little less once he gets back to the better-travelled areas of the ship, where the lighting is more consistent and he can't even track his footsteps in the dust on the floor. 

He tries to recall the general location of the kitchen, but it's definitely faded. He'll have to...ask for help.

He'll switch from trying to smell his way to the kitchen to listening for sounds of activity, hoping that he'll get lucky and it won't be Kit.

A faint sound of singing from down one passageway resolves itself into Martin, singing idly to himself as he exits the cockpit. 

"...da dada da—oh! Honey, hello, I didn't see you there. How are you doing? Ivy told me you're thinking of moving on next time we make port..." 

"Hello Martin. I am going to be splitting off, yes. Right now though I'm looking for the kitchen and have lost track of it. Could you give me some direction?"

"Well, you're not too far off! As a matter of fact, I was just heading that way myself. Would you mind if I walked with you?" 

A bit. "No, please lead the way."

Martin has no access to Honey's inner monologue, and therefore cheerfully walks Honey to the kitchens, keeping up a stream of idle chatter as they go. 

"I've just finished setting our course for the next refuelling point, actually! Aurora needed some help to pick a safe spaceport that's both operational and open to commercial civilian vessels," he explains. "They're hard to come by at the moment, what with the war only just being over. It made things a little trickier still, but I found you a nice busy one with lots of traffic, so you'll have plenty of options for where you want to go next." 

"Thank you, I appreciate the consideration." He thinks on it for moment before asking. "Any idea where you all will be headed, after that?"

He hums.

"Not specifically. Out of the Empire's former territory, I think. The story seems to be over, and that's usually our cue to move on. You'll most likely never see us again unless you turn out to be unaging as well as everything else." 

Is he unaging? He's not sure he's old enough to tell. That's a bit of a scary thought.

He shakes off that bit of worry, and nods to Martin. "I suppose I might try and stick around, then. Maybe I can find some work that isn't fighting, with the war over."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck with that, if that's what you want to do," Martin says as they reach the kitchen. 

He starts getting out pots and pans; it looks like he's planning to cook a large meal. 

"There'll most likely still be fighting to be done for a good while yet, as well—winning a war is rarely as simple as taking out the man at the top, and there are bound to be pockets of resistance." 

"True. I suppose I'll simply have to wait and see."

Honey will help with the preparation, as long as there's any help to do that's reasonably straight-forward.

Martin is happy to have a helper and will assign Honey tasks.

He's pretty good at giving clear instructions, although they're mixed with a fair amount of irrelevant colour commentary on the foods and the various crewmembers' opinions on them. Martin seems to have a surprising number of food-related opinions himself for someone made of metal. 

Honey appreciates the clear instructions. He doesn't have many food-opinions though, other than having an inveterate sweet-tooth. He's never really had the chance to develop his palate.

As the cooking continues, his body language starts to close up a bit, as he mentally prepares himself for encountering other members of the crew, having realized the implication of this meal's size and Martin's choice of topic.

"...are you alright? You seem a little..." He searches for a word. "Stressed?"

“I got into a bit of a fight with Kit back planetside. I’m not looking forward to seeing him again, if he shows up for food.”

Martin frowns. "Ah, yes, I heard about that. Well, I have no idea whether he'll show up or not, but you can take your portion and eat somewhere else if you like?" 

"I might, but I'll help you with the last of this first." Presuming there is much more left to do, food preparation-wise.

With the two of them working efficiently together, it doesn't take long to have the meal all prepared and put together.

Rather than try to guess how much food Honey would like, Martin just hands him a large bowl and the serving spoon and tells him to have as much as he wants. 

"Cook's privilege. Don't worry about taking more than your fair share, I can always make more if it runs out."

Mm, food. He'll take his customarily large portions, it's been a wihile after all, but he hasn't exerted himself enough to need to totally clear anything, and skedaddle with them somewhere hopefully unlikely to have a Kit in it soon.

As he's eating in whatever obscure cubby he's found, he wonders if the Toy Soldier still has all that kitchen equipment it picked up earlier, or if it returned them already. It didn't seem like too much was missing from the kitchen while he and Martin were cooking, but maybe it's normally a bit overfull with stuff.

Nothing was obviously missing, no. Maybe the Toy Soldier put everything back, or maybe they just have plenty of spares. 

Honey is undisturbed as he eats. 

He could given this more thought, now he's got dishes to bring back to the kitchen, right when the others are probably getting started. Maybe he can try and sneak in while they eat? Worth a try at least.

Unfortunately for Honey, everyone else is indeed at the dining table when he returns. 

Even more unfortunate, it's moderately difficult to be stealthy while carrying crockery. 

"Oh, hey Honey. Good to see ya." 

So much for stealth.

"Hi Ashes." He says apprehensively, attempting to slowly sidle up to the kitchen's sink and place his dishes therein. "Good to see you too."

He is trying to not look at Kit while also not rudely looking away from Ashes. The former is not really working though.