USS Chimera
Real food
Max hadn’t planned on leaving Sickbay because he still had to do his physical until he caught the smell drifting down the corridor.
Real food. Not the replicator stuff.
He followed his nose to the officers lounge and stopped in the doorway, taking in all the tables that had spaghetti, sushi, and grilled chicken
He spotted the XO talking to the cook and hung back a moment, not wanting to interrupt.
“Didn’t know we had a restaurant on board,” he muttered mostly to himself. As he waited he looked at the daily specials on the wall.