Realizing that drastic measures were necessary, he immediately sprang to action.

“My dear princess and ladies, I need you to listen to what I’m about to say very carefully.” He paused, allowing the silence to impart a certain gravitas to his next words, which he spoke in a soft but solemn voice. “On the day when we make the lunchboxes, you’re all gonna f— follow my orders please.”

He let slip a bit of his true feelings, but he didn’t really care at the moment.

“No complicated recipes. We’re going to keep things simple and just make sandwiches. Do you understand?”

“Aww, but then it’s not special eno—”

“Do—You—Understand?!”

His patience failed him, and he slammed a hand onto the table as he gave them all the death stare.

“Eeeek! Y-Yes I do!”

He turned away with a grimace, partly because he somewhat regretted his outburst, but mostly because he realized he’d just jumped onto a burning ship with port nowhere in sight.