Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Mess Hall Daye has lunch with Knight

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Mess Hall Daye has lunch with Knight

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Mess Hall Daye has lunch with Knight
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Grinning, Dante adjusted himself in his seat slightly as they switched back to the original reason she had come to see him, whatever questionnaire she had found on gaggle apparently had her either intrigued or looking to cause some mischief.

“Well, you know I dont drink Tea” he said, feigning a concentrating look as if her questions were the most important thing on his schedule. “And seeing as another round of coffee isn’t on that menu,” he looked at her with a smirk, “let’s go for a stroll. Work out the kinks and stretch the legs.” He craned his neck to see if he could get a glimpse at whatever was on her padd, as yet, he couldn’t work out where all this was heading.

Captain Knight

“Green, blue, red, orange, or yellow,” she asked with her finger poised. Daye was rather excited to hit submit. This had taken a rather long time. Most of the times, Dante was a captive audience with these quizzes. Today he had let himself be distracted by captain and boyfriend duties. Making a mental note, Daye began to think about more opportune times to ask such questions like during the graveyard shift, when he was in the shower, and right before he went to bed.

Lt. Natasha Daye, medical

“Blue” he said without hesitation. “You know that’s the color I adore Nat, because you are gorgeous in blue. From your nails, to your formal wear and that slinky blue number that you showed me not long ago, oh yes, definitely Blue gorgeous.”

Captain Knight

Natasha could have answered that one her own but instead allowed him to answer. It was fun guessing what answer he would choose. Ninety percent of the time she was right but every once in a while his answer did surprise her. This time it was the answer about singing doing chores. Dante did sing and there were the times he did do chores but it was not like he was Cinderella on his days off. The man barely made the hamper to have his clothes replicated. He also left his shoes scattered about like they were markers for chalk bodies that did not exist. Dante might activate the robot to vacuum but he never actually moved anything.

After hitting submit, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you. LIke a lot. Not a tiny bt but bunches and bunches,” she said in a teasing voice.

“Okey Precious” Dante said with a wide grin, although happily accepting the kisses and love, “What is it? What terrible thing have my answers led to? Am I most likely to marry a janitor? Would I suit being a shuttle hostess? Is my favorite dog going to be a Pomeranian poodle with daddy issues?” He feigned resignation but secretly, loved these moments of pure silly joy and intimacy with Nat. The questionnaires were almost a ritual with them, and whenever they had a spare moment, he could expect an odd question to come at him no matter what they were doing. Well almost, sometimes he did manage to keep her occupied enough to forget about the questionnaires.

Happily she sat up smiling. “Okay according to your answers I now have the question to what Disney Princess you would be. Wanna guess who you were,” she said with a grin.

Lt. Natasha Daye, medical

“Oh a Disney Princess?” he said, laughing. “Let me think, I would say Belle but thats more you isn’t it? I’m far more of the Beast than you, usually.” He gave her a sly wink and though again, “okey, I guess Rapunzel?”

Captain Knight, CO

“No you are Jasmine,” she said nestling back in the crook of his arm. “You’re stubborn… I agree with that,” she rolled her eyes. “Energetic…meh you are a couch potato unless you are highly motivated or your parents are visiting and you are looking for something to occupy their time instead of having endless conversations about your health and why we are not married yet,” Natasha broke out in a fit of laughter so hard her body shook. She loved interpreting these answers.

“Okay, you are compassionate. You want to see the world and be allowed to make your own choices…as long as I get final approval of course. And, may we just say, that choosing to wear those harem pants was a pretty great start. Um not,” she looked at him almost sternly. Now that you know which Disney princess you are, find out which princess kingdom you should live in! Should we,” she looked at him with her finger poised.

Lt. Natasha Daye, medical