Enter Oliver, the ship’s cook. But I guess you already knew that.

Not much to say this week. I fear my Clever Tank is sitting on empty at the moment. Shadlyn’s day job is a night job. Or it was, and now her day job is a day job again. Which means we’re in the midst of migrating our schedules back about, oh, 12 hours. It’s fun. In much the same way being poked with forks is fun. So, uh, yeah. Here’s your comic. Hope it was funny. Because all I have right now is vague grunts, bleary mutterings, and a general sense of mistrust for my fellow man.

…Okay, so maybe it’s a little fun.