Holodeck 2- Cooking with the CNS

Posted Jan. 10, 2021, 4:23 p.m. by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) (Joe P)

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Jerrin eyed the steaming glass dish and then looked at his mother and Johann. “Lasagna. We put a lot of cheese in it,” he said with lopsided grin. He liked making things and as it turned out, food also counted.


“‘A lot of cheese in it’ sounds like a good plan,” Johann commented approvingly. Johann always liked cheese, something which he would have been surprised if Jerrin had known about. I wonder if she said anything, he thought.

Johann’s occular implants darted back and forth a bit as he took in the surroundings. It was a somewhat cozy program; someone’s home somewhere, though he also noticed that there were pictures on the wall that were oddly indistinct…

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Sienna turned as their guests entered and smiled warmly. “Jerrin and I have been preparing a very delicious meal and having a nice chat getting to know one another.” She said as she grabbed the bowl of salad and placed it on the table with tongs. She grabbed a cherry tomato and popped it into her mouth to chew for a moment before gesturing to one side of the kitchen. “MMM…Vora could you grab the dressings in the cool box and put them onto the table. please?”

“Can do,” Vora said, moving off into the kitchen with a smile.

“And Johann, the bread from the Island?”

Nox, CNS

“Sure,” he said, and promptly went to grab the bread after a momentary search for it.

Vora moved back towards the table having found said dressing and gave Jerrin a playful nudge of her elbow when she passed Jerrin. He was hitting this awkward age where he wasn’t really needing her to be his mom, and yet they were still trying to figure out that whole relationship. It was exceptionally awkward and yet she wished some days that she could just freeze time for a moment and get a chance to understand her son better. But she knew he needed the freedom to figure himself out too. Did all parents feel this way? She had no idea.

Lt. (j.g) Zorell, Sciences

Jerrin gave Vora a sideways glance. While there were things still left unsaid, he could say that it hadn’t been all bad being on the ship with her. Some days he felt he understood her, and then other days she was still an utter stranger. It was weird.

Carefully lifting the hot glass dish, Jerrin brought over the lasagna and set it on the table in the middle where everyone could help themselves. A knife and lifter rested on the set table. He settled in one of the four chairs, feeling a wave of anxiety settle into his stomach.


With less caution, Johann placed the bowl of bread on the table right next to the lasagna dish.

As only Jerrin was seated, this provided an opportunity for anachronistic gallantry that Johann couldn’t resist. He pulled one of the chairs around the table out for Vora in order to “seat” her.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

At first Vora was confused, but then she clued in. She didn’t know why, but the gesture made her smile, so she moved over and sat down. “Thank you,” she said with a bright smile, gazing up at Johann.

“You’re welcome,” he said, smiling back as he took his own seat. Awesome, he thought, feeling comfortably smug after that particular maneuver worked as expected.

Looking over the meal, Vora shook her head. “It looks amazing. So glad it was you two cooking and not me,” she told Jerrin and Sienna.

Lt. (j.g) Zorell, Sciences

Sienna watched the family dynamics, still quite new to the three as well as felt Vora’s wistfulness and Jerrin’s anxiety. She sat down and sipped her water before speaking. “Jerrin did an excellent job. For someone who has never cooked this type of food, he took to it like a fish to water. I think we will be doing this more often. Now, we will have to wait a bit for the lasagna to rest, but there is salad,” she pointed to the lush colorful vegetation in a glass bowl, and then took the basket of bread up to begin slicing it. “and bread so dig into those.”

Nox, CNS

Johann took the safe move, and went for the bread first rather than the salad. It’s not that he didn’t trust it, like the way that he didn’t quite trust the Klingon Chinese Fusion place on Black Rock. Going for the bread gave him a few extra second to reconnoiter the table setting and the food to see if there were going to be any… complications.

“What kind of salad is it?” he asked.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

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