Lunch
"Okay, who set up the cooking schedule?" a human of the colony asked his friend quietly. While the entirety of the Axiom didn't eat together, there were small groups of about thirty humans each that ate meals together for the sake of conserving time and firewood.
"No clue. Why?"
"Cause somebody needs to talk to them if they thought it was good to have McCrea cook. Ever." No offense was intended to the captain, of course, seeing how the vast majority of former passengers had a great deal of respect for him, but...
"Lunch is ready!" the familiar voice of their captain yelled from by the pot of stew over the fire. "Enjoy! I tried something new with the peppers, prune juice, and nutmeg!"
"Don't worry," another member of the group interjected stealthily. "I already arranged with some other groups to donate leftovers. The ones the chef bots help run."
Of course, the plan had one fatal flaw, and that was the incredible power of leftovers.