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Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Posted Oct. 14, 2020, 7:54 p.m. by Civilian Genesis (Gen) McCallister (Anomalous Individual) (Calé Reilly)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)
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Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)
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”Im not hiding” a voice said from the seat to Casela’s left. Sure enough the resident teenage anomaly sat swinging her sock covered feet and leaning her chin in her hands, elbows on the counter. She smiled warmly. ”Can I try?”

Gen

Casela chuckled, “No not right now, but you do like sneaking up on us. Where did you leave Fenrir this time?” Casela winked at Gen at the joke.

Quinn gave a delighted laugh, “Captain I can make these anytime you don’t need to face an anomalies gauntlet for sweets.” She placed another one on Cobb’s plate, and then looked at Casela, “There’s a chocolate version I was going to surprise you for at our next training session you know as a thank you for your help and suggestions.”

Casela perked up at that. “Chocolate?” She dropped her voice to a whisper, “Don’t tell Cobb, but I’d get up 3 hours early for that.” It was no secrete between Cobb and Quinn that Casela hated the two hours early she had to get up. The loss of 2 hours of sleep everyday was wearing on her, considering her daily double shifts every day.

Quinn laughed softly, “I won’t hold you to that one, you need more sleep than I do.” Quinn averaged four hours of sleep in parts of two generally. On a rare day she would get six or more hours, but that was usually an indication she was about to get a hellacious allergy related cold or something. Or she was recouping from a migraine. Though that hadn’t happened in a good while.

At Gen’s appearance she jumped slightly, eyed the girl a moment before she placed a plate with three pastries in front of the girl. Humanoid teens could eat like miniature armies when they wanted. She didn’t know for sure about Gen but she would err on the side of good guessing.

  • Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

The captain grinned widely, although whether the cause was his second pastry or the appearance of the anomalous teenager, it was hard to tell. Either way, he attempted to take smaller, more deliberate bites, placing the pastry back onto the plate and attempting at least a line of conversation between each mouthful. It took every ounce of strength the man possessed!

“These are good eh, Gen?”

Bite. Chew slowly. Swallow.

“I have no idea how we measure up to your former home, Gen, but I hope that, if nothing else, the confectionery is good?”

Another bite. Tiny ovespill of caramel down the chin and into the beard.

“Have you sampled the cookies from Dr. Fey’s sister? Why Kindle, perhaps you and her could share recipes? You already share an immeasurable talent for baking. Although…”

Furtive glance towards Casela as a hand subconsciously drops to pat at his stomach.

”…if I overindulge too often then I might find the Doctor or the good Counselor here ordering me to run laps around the ship!”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela raised that one brow, and as deadly serious as she could be, “Fey would give you laps. I’ll make you come to RTF combat training.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Zachariah laughed nervously, whilst throwing Casela an expression that begged for her to be joking. He’d seen the RTF officers training on more than one occasion and was smart enough to admit he wouldn’t last five minutes against a single one of them.

Casela’s expression didn’t change. She’d love to get Cobb in there, maybe just one on one at first. She had no doubt the man was still capable, but adjusting what he knew for his injured leg was also doable. It might even boost his confidence some. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook from her teasing at the moment. But if he cared to remember, he was the CO and she was a lowly Lt. She couldn’t order him anywhere. Unless it concerned his mental health.

Quinn couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled free, “Just don’t make him my partner Casela,” some training wasn’t meant to be against your commanding officer.

Quinn gave Cobb a cheeky grin, “Besides I saw how fast you got here after Casela comm’d you, you’re in great shape. I won’t spoil you more than you deserve.”

  • Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

“Great shape, eh?” Cobb echoed, straightening his posture and subconsciously running a hand through his hair. “Well now, I may jest but I do try and work out whenever my schedule allows.”
Of course, if Casela was sensing his thoughts at that moment then she’d know that the most vigorous activity he regularly engaged in was the uncorking of a wine bottle or several. But perhaps he could be forgiven for enjoying a rare, and most unexpected, compliment. And enjoy it he did, with no effort at all to hide the fact.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

From behind Cobb’s back she grinned and winked at Quinn. Between the two of them they might keep Cobb on his toes yet.

She finished the last delicate bite and then, in a very serious manor, and she was serious. “You’ve got that right, Quinn. I looked back and reviewed the logs of our little Ferengi guests. Trying to get a feel for them, you know, my job. I tell you, I haven’t seen anyone wrangle a Ferengi like that, ever. The way the captain played them so efficiently. Honestly, if I could bake, he’d get plenty of pastry for that.” Cobb would realize she was deadly serious. She was truly impressed with how he handled the Ferengi.

Casela turned to Gen, “What do you think? Aren’t they good?” she asked about the pastry.
LT. Synthi-er, CNS

The girl sat licking the sticky remains of pastry from her hands. ”Mmmm” was all she said. She looked up and gave them all a genuine smile. Not just the slight corner of her mouth smile he normally used. ”Can I have another one?”

Gen


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