Chef Granny Boom

This old halfling lady is lovingly referred to as either "Granny Boom" or "Granny Two Kegs". She clearly has an affinity for large guns and black powder and explosives and such but insists she has retired from that life. Her left arm is synthetic from just above the elbow, and she has an unweildy claw, but can change it out for knives for chopping up food or whisks or whatever seems fun at the time. No one is certain where she keeps or gets these replacements from and she just cackles and walks away when asked. Infact - most converations with her start with some kind of a cackle... Or end with one... or are perforated with various cackles. She's a happy lass. She will be very protective of younger crew, and will boop people on the noggin with her ladle if they do bullying to "her kiddies" but will also chew them out herself if they do anything more reckless than she deems appropriate - which, to be honest, is rare. She makes utterly foul looking food - often using bizarre ingredients that one would not think suits the situation - but it generally tastes really good somehow? It must be grandma powers. Who knows? Her special "Good Morning" soup can have a range of effects, and never seems to be the same twice. Older crew members will swear they saw her breathe fire after taking a taste of a batch that wasn't quite ready once...