Post by Ensign Tyler Baccus on May 30, 2019 21:12:30 GMT -8
"In my defense, it's been a hard week,"
Tyler had given a smirky nod the Helm officers direction, but before he was even able to agree, the vots outcry had pulled him back to the replicators.
"Whoakay then!" He hadn't even realized the juice from the peach dripping down onto his pants when he took the bite, but the Vots personal bubble-breaking advance to both sniff and prod just a little too close from home had the officer quickly upright and intently working on the replicator, his back turned to the vot for safety.
"Apparently,"
Tyler heard the vots remark, and while that was usually the kind of retort that would make Tyler want to stop trying to be helpful, he shrugged it off and kept with the replicator request. He was growing as a person, normally he wouldn't have even helped in the first place. Subliminally it was probably him just being thankful for putting the systems back into one piece again while he was super-sleuthing on earth.
"This... THIS came out of Baccus' food synthesizer?!"
He had thought that maybe the cinnamon had come off of a tree, but he wasn't even entirely sure that cinnamon was something that was even in cobbler. Culinary expert he was not. He sat the cinnamon off the tray and carried the rest of the ingredients a few steps over, sitting them down on the bartop to be recycled. Tal appeared to share a moment with the cinnamon, Tyler returning just in time for the question. "It does. The synthesizer makes just about anything... in moderation."
He was intent to leave it at that and retreat to the table, but he figured he would at least give the vot a parting gift, as well as a warning. Instead of heading for the table he was once again quickly at the replicator. A moment later he held a tray down for the vot to catch a whiff of, and then nodded back to the table. "I'm guessing you'll love this, but let's get out of the way so the others can use the replicator."
He retreated to the table where Mandy had been left to her own devices, sliding the tray across to the seat where Tal's cushion was still parked. "This should be interesting."
He nestled back into his seat, awaiting for Tal to retake his seat at the table. When he did, the tray in front of him contained a decision. There were two options, a hot gooey mess of a cinnamon roll on the right, and the more common simple cold cinnamon roll on the left. Tyler was a big fan of the gooey mess, especially with pecans, but he left them off for the vots sake, just in case.