Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in The most important meal
Stores had spent the better part of the last hour in the gym, age and lifestyle competing at an unfavorable advantage against his need to keep up with the younger crew had made it a regular habit. Tho it had tightened up some of the flab, he still sported a belly, tho the muscles were firm over the underlying fat.

Stores wonders into the mess about half an hour earlier than his usual habit, but it was already doing a brisk business. He made is way to the replicator banks and ordered a simple breakfast of resequenced eggs, sausage, toast and a pitcher of synth orange. Then began the daunting task of finding some where to sit.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

She had been alerted when Reed had wakened and had truly stopped him from grabbing a ‘snack’. She checked on him and discovered he had gone to the gym so she had waited for him in the mess. As Reed turned to look for a place to sit, a hand came out of the corner of his eyes and took the tray. “Well, well… at least you didn’t grab a biscuit and honey.” She laughed and nodded him towards the table she had in the corner near a large window. “You sleep all right?” She smiled and set the tray down and sat across from him where a nearly identical meal was sitting. She laughed. “It seems great minds think alike. Sit down and eat. Promised Ops I’d feed you. I don’t know about you, but I have no desire to cross him.” She laughed and tucked into the tray before her, glad she hadn’t eaten all ready.

Priscilla
CSO