This one, this one took some time and some digging, through quiet middle of the night conversations, to figure out. Ah, but she did. Casela always found out what she wanted to know. It took a few hours to get the parameters programmed into the replicator exactly the way she wanted them. A cedar box, hinged on the back, cut at a diagonal to lift open. The remainder of the front would fold down and allow a draw to be pulled out the length and width of the box. A self above the drawer would holder the larger items.

Before Noa, and before Casela’s direct disgust with his influence over Ryder’s drinking habits, Ryder apparently had a reputation for making amazing drinks. And had hoped, when he left Star Fleet, to open a cocktail lounge. With the box in hand, Casela went to his office. Instead of breaking into his quarters this time, she used her code to open his office door and placed the box on his desk. The note attached read, Happy Birthday, Ryder. Might I suggest the first drink you share be with the captain. It’s always a good way to keep him happy. (https://imgur.com/a/upJ2YMm)

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS