Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2009 10:59:25 GMT -8
Stetson looked at the plate Tiria had just placed before him. 'Mmmm, that looks great!' he thought, an anticipatory smile creasing his face. Looking up at the Chef, he complimented her. "The smells on this platter take me back home."
Cutting into his steak, the juices flowed all over, and he could see that her idea of rare matched his. Taking a bite, chewing slowly, and allowing the flavors to coat his tongue, he sighed contentedly. "Chef, this is perfect," he raved, then started cutting yet another chunk of beef.
"Congratulations Lieutenant! Just let me know if you want anything in particular, I know how it can be at this stage."
Stetson's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. Looking over at Gillian, her startled expression did not escape his notice, nor did her attempt to fill the gap by nibbling at the toast. Completing the fork's journey to his mouth, he chewed slowly, processing the anomalies of the past two days; the fainting spell in the corridor, then again in Sick Bay, her tiredness, eating bland food, and that smell in her bathroom that he finally recognized and placed.
'One plus one apparently now equals three,' he thought as the realization struck him.
Stetson continued eating his breakfast, but all of a sudden, the food tasted even better, and he ate a little faster. Not wanting to potentially embarrass Gillian in front of all the people in the Mess Hall - or himself, for that matter, if he was way off base - he was determined to wait until he could talk to her privately, even though every fiber of his being wanted the answer right then and there.
Finishing his meal, he sat back and stretched his arms over his head. "This morning just keeps getting better and better. This has been a meal to remember."
With a glint in his eye, Stetson leaned over closer to Gillian. "There's something I want to show you in my quarters. When you're done, let's head over there for a bit. We have time before we have to report for our shifts. Okay by you?"
TAG: Gillian
Cutting into his steak, the juices flowed all over, and he could see that her idea of rare matched his. Taking a bite, chewing slowly, and allowing the flavors to coat his tongue, he sighed contentedly. "Chef, this is perfect," he raved, then started cutting yet another chunk of beef.
"Congratulations Lieutenant! Just let me know if you want anything in particular, I know how it can be at this stage."
Stetson's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. Looking over at Gillian, her startled expression did not escape his notice, nor did her attempt to fill the gap by nibbling at the toast. Completing the fork's journey to his mouth, he chewed slowly, processing the anomalies of the past two days; the fainting spell in the corridor, then again in Sick Bay, her tiredness, eating bland food, and that smell in her bathroom that he finally recognized and placed.
'One plus one apparently now equals three,' he thought as the realization struck him.
Stetson continued eating his breakfast, but all of a sudden, the food tasted even better, and he ate a little faster. Not wanting to potentially embarrass Gillian in front of all the people in the Mess Hall - or himself, for that matter, if he was way off base - he was determined to wait until he could talk to her privately, even though every fiber of his being wanted the answer right then and there.
Finishing his meal, he sat back and stretched his arms over his head. "This morning just keeps getting better and better. This has been a meal to remember."
With a glint in his eye, Stetson leaned over closer to Gillian. "There's something I want to show you in my quarters. When you're done, let's head over there for a bit. We have time before we have to report for our shifts. Okay by you?"
TAG: Gillian