Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 8:13:21 GMT -8
Reesa was surprised to note that there was a restaurant aboard SGE serving Cardassian cuisine. Surprised turned to mild disappointment when she learned that it was staffed by non-Cardassians. Still, they boasted yamok sauce imported from Cardassia Prime, and she was hopeful that their recipes were better than the ones the replicator aboard the Talon had. Still, the atmosphere wasn't right. Everyone was talking too much, and not appreciating the food that they had before them. She frowned. After nearly three months in Lissepia, the latter part of which she spent learning dialects of Cardassian that were commonly used within the Order, she was slow to regain the patience that allowed her to deal with non-Cardassians.
"Can I help you?" A Bajoran waitress asked, and it took all of Reesa's willpower not to laugh at the irony inherent. 50 years ago, Bajorans were fighting to stop serving Cardassian food. Now they were doing so willingly?
Clearly, I've spent too much time around Cardassians recently.
"Sem'hal stew with yamok sauce on the side, with a glass of kanar," Reesa said without hesitation.
"Sure thing, I'll have that out in just a moment," the Bajoran said, smiling broadly before she went back to the kitchen to put in Reesa's order.
Times like these it almost feels as though the Occupation was long forgotten, Reesa mused. Still, she knew that wasn't true. Though the waitress treated her with respect, she could feel the eyes of other patrons on her.
She supposed she should be glad. Despite her long hiatus, she had managed to resume her posting aboard the Talon. She wondered how much of that was her performance, and how much was her grandfather's influence. Just how high did his control go? How many informants had infiltrated Starfleet? She shook her head. You're on leave, stop focusing on that. Enjoy yourself for once.
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"Can I help you?" A Bajoran waitress asked, and it took all of Reesa's willpower not to laugh at the irony inherent. 50 years ago, Bajorans were fighting to stop serving Cardassian food. Now they were doing so willingly?
Clearly, I've spent too much time around Cardassians recently.
"Sem'hal stew with yamok sauce on the side, with a glass of kanar," Reesa said without hesitation.
"Sure thing, I'll have that out in just a moment," the Bajoran said, smiling broadly before she went back to the kitchen to put in Reesa's order.
Times like these it almost feels as though the Occupation was long forgotten, Reesa mused. Still, she knew that wasn't true. Though the waitress treated her with respect, she could feel the eyes of other patrons on her.
She supposed she should be glad. Despite her long hiatus, she had managed to resume her posting aboard the Talon. She wondered how much of that was her performance, and how much was her grandfather's influence. Just how high did his control go? How many informants had infiltrated Starfleet? She shook her head. You're on leave, stop focusing on that. Enjoy yourself for once.
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