Challenge accepted. Civy, rising from his seat by pushing himself up from the table's surface, moved over to the refrigerator and cabinets, immediately reacquainting himself with their supplies and ingredients.

"Very well, Major Nicknames," he snickered, rummaging around through various containers. "Let me see what I can come up with."

Just as he feared, there was not an enormous variety to work with; not anyone's fault, but simply that there had probably not been much call. He would never admit it to anyone present, for fear of being further typecast, but it was probably time to fill out another requisition form.