Tarts or Rolls

Posted on Sat Jul 18th, 2020 @ 5:02am by Lieutenant JG Devin xi'Indrai & Lieutenant Casper Thornhill & Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib]

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: various
Timeline: After Apple tarts JP events
977 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure

- Lounge kitchen -

Devin walked into the room briskly after making sure she wasn't going to run into the chef by accident. Nothing spoiled a chef's day like making them drop food they had been preparing. The second tray of cinnamon rolls and Apple tarts was untouched as she had left it while taking a tray to the Security offices. She stilll rana scan over it to be certain that nothohad been added in her absence. It was clean. Devin picked up the tray and headed out again.

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- Intelligence offices -

Devin walked in and set the tray on her desk, she smiled at the other infiltration specialist a Caitian who was short as she was. "Snacks are on me today, I made apple tarts and cinnamon rolls, but I can make most anything else if you want?"

The sudden sickly sweet aroma coming from the tray was almost enough to make M’Tuuri retch, this better not be a frequent occurrence she thought as she turned and smiled a convincing welcome. “Im sssure the Lieutenant will enjoy these little gifts, but I’m afraid I purrfer something... I can sssink my teeth into.” She purred softly before turning back to her screen, already done with the conversation.

Devin blinked and choose her words carefully, "If you have a request for the next time feel free to say so, I can try to make meat pie as long as it isn't Klingonese, I haven't gotten that down yet." Devin regarded the Caitian wondering if they were just grouchy or if they honestly felt the need to not be sociable to others in their department. Or perhaps Devin just caught them at a wrong moment. Either way time would tell.

Caspers nose lead him out to the Main office spaces of the Department, he could smell cinnamon rolls and his stomach was already growling at the thought of his teeth sinking into its sweet and sticky goodness. His nose lead him over to Devin desk and he looked between his two Lieutenants, "You know Lieutenant that bringing in sweets won't get you promoted any quicker," he chucked as his fingers took picked up one of the rolls and he took a bite into it a little of the inside filling getting on his cheek. He knew that he was going to have to work extra hard in the gym because of this.

M’Tuuri groaned as Casper chuckled, wondering if this was going to be a frequent occurrence. “I should have you demoted for all your awful jokes...” She hissed, hunching over further into her screen.

Devin laughed softly, "No thanks I am not looking for promotion anytime soon, higher rank means more paperwork." At the hiss and comment from the Caitian, Devin shook her head and picked up a cinnamon roll for herself, "You can't demote me over bringing food in, the jokes aren't an offense either, if you want to settle it say what your problem is."

M'Tuuri simply turned her head slowly to the newcomer, her eyes blinking open with all the pompous attitude of any earth cat. "I don't have any purrblems with you." She said softly before tilting her towards her screen while removing a small device from her large tapered feline ear. "But I'm trying to work you see, and you're both talking next to me." She said while placing the device down on her desk and folding her arms, the look on her face a curious mix of waiting for them both to leave and a smile.

"Shes talking to me," he replied to Devin and winked, "She wants my job," he laughed lightly as he took another bite.

"I just want the office..." M'Tuuri purred, glancing up at Casper. "Then again I could just sit on your lap and share?" She growled playfully, the tip of her tail curling around his ankle.

Devin grinned and shook her head, "Ah well guess that is between the two of you," she carefully stepped over the Caitian tail from around Casper's ankle, "Next time I bring treats I'll make sure to have a non sweet pie for her and if you want something besides tarts or cinnamon rolls just ask." Devin added as she took a bite from her own cinnamon roll, she wasn't about to get in the middle of a war for power over who ran the department. She had no plans for acquiring an office anytime soon. When you usually got saddle with desk duty it was a subtle hint that they didn't want to send you in the field more than necessary.

Casper side stepped out of M'Tuuri tail reach after he felt it wrap around his leg, "Try it and you will find yourself detailed," he said to M'Tuuri, turning back to the Devin, "I am usually open to most terran treats so what you think best goes for me."

Devin nodded her head, as she'd just taken a decent bite from her own roll, she figured that whatever else she would need to work on her greetings with the other department personnel.

Casper nodded and taking the treat he went back into his office to continue his work before he went to the gym to finish some of this wonderful delightful, fattening treat off.

"You keep feeding him, and he is going to purrail his next phurrysical." M'Tuuri growled playfully at Devin before turning back to her screen.

Devin laughed softly, as she got settled in her own chair, she wasn't going to bring in treats every day. Once a week or so would be good. She picked up a PaDD and started reading. While taking careful bites from her cinnamon roll.

OFF:

Lieutenant JG M'Tuuri Sh'iss
Infiltration Specialist
USS Elysium

Lt.j.g. Devin xi'Indrai
Infiltration specialist
USS Elysium

Lt. Casper Thornhill
CDIO
USS Elysium