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side sim - Dinner with the Songz's

Posted Sept. 24, 2022, 10:01 a.m. by Commander Shedda Mal'athar (Executive Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s
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Shedda smiled and nodded at the little boy, “Very good. Linguist,” she repeated again one more time, clearly for him. She glanced around at the few toys and bins. “You have lots of toys, Koro. Which one is your favorite?”

Koro gave a tiny grin and hopped off the sofa, moving towards a group of building blocks that had trickled their way under the coffee table. “Blocks!”

Shedda couldn’t help the grin on her face as Koro grinned at her and announced his prized possession. “Those are very fine blocks. What will you build with something so wonderful?”

The boy plopped himself down on the floor and began staking the colourful block on top of each other. “I build a big tower!” he said in Kobliad, clearly more wordy in his native tongue.

Shedda thought he was the second cutest child, after Maava, she had ever met. She repeated the phrase back to him in Kobliad. She gave him the same quizzical look he had given her, waiting to see if she said it correctly.

Koro broke into a wide grin and continued to stack the blocks ever higher.

“My mother will be back in a minute. But anything you feel like eating, or conversely, anything you can’t eat? I do aim to not poison my dinner guests,” Songz said with a smirk.

~Sair Songz, CNS

Shedda laughed, a low rich sound and her eyes danced. She stood to look at Sair, “I am so sorry.” She took a deep breath to calm the amusement. “Being asked is so refreshing. The cook in the mess is such a tyrant. You get whatever he ‘knows’ you want. It’s scary how accurate he is. I have never seen him be wrong, but I will never, ever admit that to him. So don’t say anything.” Shedda grinned like she might like annoying the man. “But to answer your question, I have no allergies, and I love trying new foods. So whatever you are making, I am sure I will enjoy.”

Shedda

Sair grinned. “Making is a strong word for the replicator cooking dinner, but we’ll go with it. Today was a lot and I think comfort food is on the agenda,” she said as she moved over to the replicator.

The door slid open and another Kobliad walked in. Shorter than Sair, she was older with dark auburn hair, similarly narrow eyes and the same mouth and cheekbones. She was trim and looked exceptionally fit. Taking in Shedda, the woman gave a light smile. “Hello, you must be Commander Mal’athar,” she said, bowing her head. “I’m Kel, Sair’s mother.”

~Sair & family

Shedda bowed forward slightly from the waist, “It is my pleasure to meet you, Kel.” Shedda stood back straight and then offered her hand. “Please call me, Shedda. Thank you for having me this evening.” Her words encompassing both women. “What do you make of your trip so far, Kel?”

Shedda

Kel reached out and shook the XO’s hand, though she gave Sair a quick look to confirm and Sair nodded. “It’s been rather extraordinary all told. I find myself learning a lot. Life in space is a lot to digest.”

~Sair & Family

“It is that. I’m not sure even the space boomers of the 22nd century could really digest it all. I think that is what I like most about space. It is so vast that even in routine things there is still a lot to learn.”

Shedda

At the replicator, Sair watched a large covered dish materialize and carefully brought it over to the table. “Kobliads used to be explorers, a long time ago. I think given enough time, we’ll be more inclined to do so again.”

Kel seemed less convinced, but she said nothing. “Can I help?”

“I thought we could introduce Shedda to yualra. Did you want to replicate some bread?” Sair said

“That I can do,” Kel said, moving over.

“Koro, go wash your hands and come for dinner,” Sair said and then gestured to the table. “Come on Shedda, have a seat.” Koro all but jumped off the floor and raced to the ‘fresher making Sair chuckle. “I wish I could collect that energy some days. I could use some of it,” she added with a sigh. “oh, and Shedda can I get you anything to drink?” she asked. She was tempted towards a bit of alcohol tonight after their marathon performance review day.

~Sair & Family

Shedda chuckled. “I’m not sure adults could handle that level of energy anymore.” She took a seat at the table. “Oh, water is fine, unless you can recommend something that would go well with yualra. I would hate to ruin the experience with a flavor that clashes.” She wondered what Harv would make of that, and then decided she most certainly did not care what that man would think if it.

Shedda

The counsellor pondered for a moment. “Hmm, well, the one thing I know would go really well I don’t have here, but I think I know of something similar in taste that might work. Or it could be terrible. We’ll find out together,” Sair said with a sparkle in her eyes.

Koro soon returned and Sair stood by while he clambered into his special child’s chair. It had steps and pulled right up to the table so he was sitting with them. Kel had produced a plat of flatbreads that were warm to the touch, and Sair replicated a jug of a purple liquid and set it on the table. “On my first stint with the exchange program, I came across something called clavisoa berries and it makes a really nice juice.”

Kel lifted the lid off the dish and smiled at the smell that arose. Yualra was a multilayered concoction with a base of root vegetables in a creamy sauce, topped by a pale yellow grain that was cooked till soft, then a layer of a dense dark leafy green that looked like it had also been cooked before layered, then the whole thing was covered by some mixture of juicy looking orange and yellow vegetables in more of the creamy sauce with green flecks. The whole thing was topped with a scattering of chopped toasted nuts. “So this is a dish were you just scoop some onto the plate and eat it with a fork or scooped with the flatbread,” she said.

Meanwhile, Sair tore a flatbread in half and tore one into smaller pieces, setting it on Koro’s plate . “I myself could eat a plate of the bread everyday without complaint.”

“I’ve seen you do it too,” Kel teased with a grin.

“Easy food between patients,” Sair quipped with a grin.

~Sair & Family

“The colony where I grew up, there was this Klingon farmer. He baked bread for the whole village. His wife was Bajoran, and he would make Mapa bread. It’s not a flat bread but the loaves were small and easy to take with you. He would bring some to my father and we would take it with us while we worked in the fields. My favorite was when he would add Zilm’kach, it’s a Klingon apricot, to the bread.” Shedda took a flatbread and tore it into fourths while waited for the spoon. Then she scooped out a helping of the Yualra onto her plate. She scooped a bite, making sure to have a bit of each layer on the first bite. She wanted to experience the dish as a whole, then she tried each layer separately. The textures were quite different and the flavor strange, but in a different but delicious way. “Sair, this is quite good. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it, but it’s very good.” Shedda was not one in the habit of speaking overly much during a meal. That was something that was much different than her Orion culture. Entertainment, conversation, good food and drink were all part of the dinning experience, but it had just been her and her father growing up. She and her father had unknowingly adopted the Earth maxim of It must be good, no one is talking.

Mal’athar, XO


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