“Here it is,” the Klingon wearing the black armour threw his arms out wide as he stood outside the entrance to Evelyn’s Been There, Brewed That Brewery on the Promenade of the station. “Best coffee on the station! It’s real you know, there was a human here called Duncan Rhodes last time I was here, he has some kind of business back on Earth. Anyway, he organized for a selection of real coffee to be on the shipping manifests for this place, and this place alone on the station. Every kind, Human, Vulcan, Tellarite and even our own Raktajino beans. Everyone comes here at some point, it’s the unofficial lounge of the Station.”

“Why are there pictures all over the walls?” The large Klingon wearing Starfleet medical green asked, looking through the door. “It’s kind of creepy.”

“Yes, it is,” Khain, the Armour wearing Klingon nodded. “Lets go in, but watch that plant I told you about. If you brush against it, it will shoot little vines out, grab you, rip your flesh and drink your blood. It’s adorable really. She keeps it in the kitchen and calls it Eloise.” Holding up his hand, he showed his brother several scars across his fingers. “I think Eloise likes me.”

“She would be the first to like you brother,” Do’trahk smirked, “but not the first to drink your blood. You remember that eight armed female on Oceania you picked up at the bar? With the tentacles? She.....” He was cut off by Khain suddenly holding out a hand and pointing at a large display case beside the counter. “What is that? That wasn’t here last time I was here.” The interruption was deliberate, the last thing Khain wanted to remember was what that female had done with her tentacles.

The two made their way over to the glass dome that had several shelves on the inside and once reaching it leaned over, nearly pushing their noses against the glass as they tried to see what was inside. “Last time here they made everything fresh on demand or replicated it, this is new,” Khain repeated, then eyed one of the items inside. “What is that? it looks… pretty.”

Do’trahk followed Khains gaze to the shelf inside the glass. On a tray were a selection of round shaped pastries. Some were covered in some kind of hard shell, others with what looked like a sugary coating. Many of them had bright colours and small colourful looking rocks sprinkled on top.

Raising his lips in a show of distaste, Do’trahk looked at his brother. “They call them Donuts. They are made of a spongey type of bread, filled with sweet sugar and then coated in melted candy flavoured in various ways. Humans adore them, and seem to gravitate towards them whenever they have coffee. Especially the Humans in the Security department. I believe it is some kind of ritual, but haven’t been able to work out why yet.”

“That is disgusting,” Khain stood up and shook his head, looking around and seeing several Starfleet personnel with coffee and donuts on their plates. Looking back at the donuts in the cabinet he shuddered. “This is like a little shop of horrors.” He looked at the other items in the cabinet, cookies, slices of cake and other various sweet dishes, all of them smelling sweet and fresh, and very much hand made. “Where is Evie? Time to get that coffee I told you about.”

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