Hobbies for the soul

Posted on Sun Jan 24th, 2021 @ 2:33pm by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail

Mission: Season 4: Episode 3: Guided by Starlight
Location: Deck 6 Galley #2
Timeline: 0200
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Galley #2 was, by and large unoccupied at this hour, Something that Warrant Officer Reo’thanra Sandtail had been Counting on when he’d Snuck inside the Lage space. With the majority of the Staff either off duty he was able to make his way into the Galleys Compact, but Fully equipped kitchen space without incident or Deterrence. His infiltration Complete, he quickly started Replicating Ingredients, setting them all out for the Purpose of Indulging his hobby. He glanced to his wrist mounted PADD and chuckled. “If the ADF knew how I was using this, “he mused to himself as he Keyed up several Recipes he’d been Dying to try. “Here we go,” he said eagerly as he Adjusted his armor-plated uniform to try and get it to sit more comfortably against his small frame. With a fang filled grin that could have potentially frightened a Humanoid he quickly washed his heavy paws off and got to work.

He hummed happily as the kitchen space quickly filled with the scents of fruits and spices, his focus Slowly slipping as he split his attention between Three separate Recipes, his paws darting among his assembled ingredients with an almost robotic efficiency as he let himself slip into a happy, trance like state. While others might have found his chosen task to be one of a chore, he’d always treated cooking less of a Job or a chore, but as a Delightful hobby, one he’d been uniquely Gifted with since his youth of Frying the Large Dune beetles of his home world into delicious Snacks for his whole clan. This thought shattered his trance like state long enough Adjust the Stove tops heat down, his gaze narrowing as he heard his mother’s words Echo across his thoughts: “you should just go be a Cook for the Defense fleet.”

He shook his head and let out quiet sigh of frustration as he refocused himself on his Entrée the oven billowing steam and the Warm scent of roasting peppers. Her licked his muzzle softly as his tail curled at its tip. Yes, this would be a recipe he’d be sure to bring back to Artania when this Diplomatic mission was over. He briefly wondered if it was just his subspecies that seemed immune to the capsaicin that Terran Peppers seemed celebrated for, or if it was something All Artens were blessed…or cursed with. He glanced down at his PADD, his large ears Flicking up in surprise at just how much time had passed while he’d been indulging himself.

“Fuck…” he whispered to himself as he Scrambled to get everything set out and Plated, Each plate receiving roughly equal portions of a Tangy Rice bed, A sweet and spicy braised Terran meat called pork, and an exceedingly rich Creamy desert, something the humans called cheese cake. He smiled widely, his tail wagging with delight as he took one of the Many plates himself. With out a second thought as to what the humanoid crew of this vessel would think he left the kitchen, and made his way back towards his Quarters, eager to try these Human delicacies.