Deck 5, Faye's Quarters- Pizza Night

Posted July 2, 2020, 10:35 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night
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“Hush,” Faye said in a low tone as she gently worked the dough into a personal pizza sized crust. “Nothing like that. He was teaching me swing dancing,” she said, unable to fully restrain herself from smirking. “And we made a deal that he would teach me to dance and I would teach him to cook.” Setting the dough to the side, she grabbed another ball and began to stretch it out. She was gone. Done for. this crush she had had morphed in the matter of an hour of actual time spent together off the clock. And it made her anxious. She knew it wasn’t all that likely that he felt the same. He was, after all, just a really nice person. But… Faye wasn’t ready to discount the whole thing entirely. Not just yet. Not until he outright said he wasn’t interested. But did he even know she was interested? Faye had never done this before. Not like this anyway.

Stuck in her head and spiralling, Faye forgot about Jasmine cutting the vegetables and that she was working with dough. Her fingers worked with muscle memory alone.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“So they managed to get you along as well,” Max grinned at Cochrane as he began to look around the room, then raised his beer in an impromptu toast before taking a swig. “The promise of Faye’s Pizza must have been enticing, but tell me, Alex, are you a pineapple guy, a spaghetti guy or a meat and peppers guy?”

Max Wynter

“Pineapple on pizza is a walk the plank offense on my ship. Meat and peppers all the way. Although I do like some good pasta. And while the pizza added to the invitation, I was actually just looking forward to nice dinner with people. And a beer, of course.” and he mirrored the toast and took a drink.



“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Jasmine laughed. “I am not a particular fan of the sweet and savory concept. Sweet is sweet: salads, desserts, maybe ham but that is only the glaze. Savory is sausage, meats,and maybe a vegetable that is wrapped in a meat. Brown sugar and garlic pork chops,” Jasmine made a gagging motion looking at Max. “That almost cost us my marriage.” Wagging her fingers for a beer she waited for Max to reply. He had not been a fan of that meal and it still made Jasmine laugh thinking about the slow way he chewed every bite before washing it down with half a glass of liquid.

Taking two beers from the box he opened one and walked to Jasmine, handing her the beer but shaking his head in memory of the evils that had been committed that night. “You know I might have been able to handle the sugar except for the way it was cooked, last time I was subjected to that was as a kid and my Grandmother on Mintara Prime showed us the way they used to cook things when she was a kid and food was scarce. She thought if you chewed it enough times you felt fullerer.”

“He hadn’t said a word though except for ‘this isn’t like some family favorite dish right baby.’ When I told him no the relief on his face was darn close to when he avoids an engineering disaster.” Taking a swig if her drink she saw the slowly lopsided grin appear on Max’s face

Lt. Jasmine. Wynter. CMO

“Pork should be grilled or roasted, not, that,” Max shrugged. “Flag that I wouldn’t have been able to handle the sugar, sugar is not a condiment you put on meat. Coffee, yes, Self saucing chocolate pudding, heck yeah, fudge, yeap. Meat, just no.” Holding up the beer, he looked at Faye. “Beer? Something to relax with before the Pizza and wine arrives?”

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Huh. That was a good question. She already felt warm from the glass of wine she had had with Alex before other two arrived. And having basically avoided alcohol for the most part in recent years, Faye knew she had to tread cautiously. She gave Max a shake of her head. “Nah, I’m good. Besides, I think you want me sober when cooking your pizzas in my little oven, right?” she joked.

The crusts were rolled out and ready and she stepped to the side. “Okay, time to make your pizzas.” Faye eyed Alex. “Unless you’re still game for me to make yours,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows and a challenge in her eyes.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

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