“How’s your ginger?” Sissix said. “Fat and happy,” he said, tying back the tall stalks. Dr. Chef puffed his cheeks with pride. The ginger had been Jenks’s idea, and few things made Dr. Chef happier than meeting the crew’s culinary requests. “Although, I have to admit, I like eating the flowers much more than the root. Far too potent for my taste. Nice and crunchy, though.” Ashby turned his head. “You know ginger’s an accent, right? Like a spice?” “What? No. Really?” “Did you try to eat it whole?” “Oh, dear. Yes.” Dr. Chef rumbled a laugh. “I thought it was some sort of spicy potato.”
