Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2012 6:15:06 GMT -8
"You'll have a tough time fulfilling that here. You could start a sewing union on board, so that you could potentially fulfill every costume request."
She made a face. "The station has a seamstress," she said. "I've met her. She's really good. I wouldn't want to step on her foot." She blinked. "Her toes." The conversation turned to her artwork and she made a mental note to look up Picasso when she got back to her quarters.
"I admire that you continue to try though. I used to draw a little when I was younger, I wasn't bad but it's been a long time since I picked up a HB."
That brought a grin to her face. "Maybe that's your oyster," she said. "Maybe it will give you a non-Picasso talent." She like the word Picasso and mouthed it again just for fun.
"Apple cranberry currant crumble pie please. Try saying that 5 times fast."
"That that that that that," she said gleefully. A giggle followed the five words. Jonathan was funny in an odd sort of way. Reaching for her glass, she frowned at the emptiness of it. She prodded the ice cubes with a green finger as an uncomfortable silence settled on the table. "Oh," she said quickly. "I've seen your videos. You're very informative." She laughed again. "The one about alternative waste facilities for alien species was very funny. I kept thinking about Ruune trying to sit on a human toilet."
"Cherries jubilee," the waiter said. Zaynah bounced in her chair at the sight of the pretty dessert. Suddenly, the waiter brought forward a device and ignited the alcohol drenched dish. The Orion shrieked and leaped from her chair as the blue-tinged flames covered her food. The chair toppled over noisily and several of the diners looked her way. "Are you insane," she shouted at the waiter.
Tag Jonathan
She made a face. "The station has a seamstress," she said. "I've met her. She's really good. I wouldn't want to step on her foot." She blinked. "Her toes." The conversation turned to her artwork and she made a mental note to look up Picasso when she got back to her quarters.
"I admire that you continue to try though. I used to draw a little when I was younger, I wasn't bad but it's been a long time since I picked up a HB."
That brought a grin to her face. "Maybe that's your oyster," she said. "Maybe it will give you a non-Picasso talent." She like the word Picasso and mouthed it again just for fun.
"Apple cranberry currant crumble pie please. Try saying that 5 times fast."
"That that that that that," she said gleefully. A giggle followed the five words. Jonathan was funny in an odd sort of way. Reaching for her glass, she frowned at the emptiness of it. She prodded the ice cubes with a green finger as an uncomfortable silence settled on the table. "Oh," she said quickly. "I've seen your videos. You're very informative." She laughed again. "The one about alternative waste facilities for alien species was very funny. I kept thinking about Ruune trying to sit on a human toilet."
"Cherries jubilee," the waiter said. Zaynah bounced in her chair at the sight of the pretty dessert. Suddenly, the waiter brought forward a device and ignited the alcohol drenched dish. The Orion shrieked and leaped from her chair as the blue-tinged flames covered her food. The chair toppled over noisily and several of the diners looked her way. "Are you insane," she shouted at the waiter.
Tag Jonathan