Pikelsimer's Quarters- A Dinner Date

Posted May 11, 2021, 3:36 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) (James Sinclair)

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Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date

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Micah was dressed as well and he smiled when she came out. “How the hell do you look so good? I look like ten miles of bad road and you look like ya just stepped off a luxury yacht.” and he offered her his flesh arm and led her out the door.


“It’s a gift,” Shara said with an easy smile as she took his arm. “Years of covert work means I can flip my garments and appearance before you even know I’m missing,” she added with a wink. “But you look good to me,” she said more seriously.

Making their way to the Officer’s Mess, she felt at ease in a way she hadn’t for awhile. But she had lived too much life at this point to read too much into it. Instead, she was just grateful for the present moment. The question about later, about sleep, well, that could wait a little longer too.

Despite the hour, as they entered the Mess, Calloway looked about to see if Harv would suddenly pop out and steal her coffee from her again. Despite the clear superiority of the non-replicated version had had given her that one night, she still resented the sweeping way he had taken away her replicated coffee. It had left her irked.

“What do you feel like? I think I’m jut going to have something simple like a grilled cheese,” she said softly, her voice still sounding loud in the empty mess. Some of the night shifters might pop in here for a break but currently it was empty.

~Shara Calloway

Micah smiled and said “Grilled cheese and tomato soup. No better comfort food that that.” and he looked around. “No where the hell is the replicator?” he asked until he saw the glow coming from behind a large plant. “Now why the hell would anyone do that?” he asked himself before getting the food and coming back. “You pick where we sit.”


Did he have to ask? Shara beelined for a table next to the windows where they they had an easy view of the door. “Harv thinks replicators are the work of the devil. Or at least he acts like it,” she said with a snort. “I get it though. I’ve lived off the land and ate food that we worked hard to grow, hunt, fish or forage for. It tastes better somehow.” She gazed out the window at the expanse that felt more at home than any solid planetary surface. “But I’ve also survived for years on rations or had to have replicator rations for the rare times we got to replicate something that a questionable cook made for everyone. You learn to appreciate good food in whatever format it comes in.”

~Shara Calloway

“Well, I ain’t about to argue with a man that invested in his own cooking. That’s a good way to get yourself stabbed.” and he chuckled as he set the soup and sandwiches down. There was also iced tea and water. “Didn’t know if you wanted the soup or not, but there ya go hun.” and he took a seat across from her. He raised his tea glass to her and said “To the most amazing woman I have ever had grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup with.”


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