Naomi’s lips creased across her face. Her eyes narrowed, and she marked down her findings in her data pad. The device clicked as it stored the data. She had a lack of improvement with nursery plants NPP-120. Their leaves held discoloration and a droopy appearance, both indicated ill health. As Americans would say, she had a brown thumb when it came to plants.

Defeated by her lack of skills in plant nursing, she looked at the time. 18:30. About half an hour past dinner time causing her to sigh. A hiss caught her attention, and she spotted Kenny with two large trays in his hands. Her lips curled into a smirk at his thoughtfulness.

“Perfect timing.” She walked over then planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I was just thinking about dinner before you showed up.”

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci