[ As the food scraps burn up in the fire, they start to send up puffs of black smoke with... varying degrees of pungency. Link does not seem to mind it at all, though, nor does he seem too concerned with putting his bare hands so close to the flame. ]

I'm too new to have much to say about it all. But... the soldiers do seem a bit agitated to me.

[ Having scraped most of the utensils, plates, and the pan clean by now, he hooks his hands under the stack and hefts them up off the table. Behind him, a few yards away, is a large wooden washbasin; he keeps talking as he peeks over the top of the dirty dishes and carefully shuffles over. ]

I don't really know how much I can contribute, but... if doing dirty dishes will help us get back to our worlds faster, I'll wash dishes all day. [ He flashes him a smile before dropping his armful into the soapy water with an inelegant crash of metal against metal. Er... this stuff won't break, right? Let's just hope not. ]