Posted July 21, 2019, 12:38 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Andromeda Sentrya (Chief Engineer) in Side Sim: 6-Forward Lounge [Open]
“Aww da–dagnabbit!” A woman, clearly vexed, hissed at the pan as if it were capable of understanding her severe displeasure with its results. Four. That was how many times the engineer had attempted an omelette. Each time, in some new and fantastical way, she had managed to burn or otherwise destroy the poor creation. “You’d think someone who could handle the warp core of a ship could figure out simple eggs.” She muttered to herself, wrinkling her nose at the rubbish chute that taunted her from the corner of her eye.Exasperated, Andromeda rubbed her face only to realise she had pieces of egg on her fingertips. Pulling her hands back at the feeling of an oily presence on her skin, whe stared down at the smooshed, slightly burnt eggs that littered her fingertips. Without anything else to say or do, she laughed. Sentrya knew she probably looked and sounded insane, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Having rinsed her hands off, and wiped what felt like egg from her cheeks, Sentrya figured it was time she settled for the replicator. Time was fleeting and she had work to finish for her classes. Defeated, albeit determined to succeed the next time, Andromeda begrudgingly approached the replicator. Eggs didn’t sound good anyways.
Sentrya, a Frazzled Engineer
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Paris called out crossing the room. “Did Sobby Flay quit when he was asked host Big Chefs of the Federation? Did Temeril Lagasse quit before he trademarked the kitchen battle cry of Bam! Did Pordon Ramsey stop before making a whole lot of chefs cry? Did Machel Ray stop before sharing the secret of making a full on replicated dinner in 30 seconds or less? Nooooooo so why are you quitting now,” Paris teased good-naturedly walking up to the area Sentrya was just all. A quick sniff told Paris why they were in the trash.
“Come on. Let’s try it again but we can be the cooking team of,” Paris’ voice trailed off. Chefs tended to be solo in her recollection but there was a first time for anything. Eating alone was boring and dropping in on someone already eating at times felt lame. This was a perfect bridge to inviting yourself to someone else’s meal.
Lt. Commander Paris Carisi COS (Chef with no training whatsever past ration bars and hot dogs on sticks while camping )
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