Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

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Roman nodded. The galley was empty, but Roman knew from his own usual late nights it almost always was at this time. She sat at one of the tables so he followed and sat as well. He didn’t feel hungry, so he picked at his food, occasionally taking small bites. He was trying to make himself, he knew it had been over a day since he’d last had anything, but the food looked less appetizing than Mr Wyvern’s food. It wasn’ that the food was bad, it was just Roman’s poor appetite making it look less good.

~ Roman

Rand made herself eat. She had no reason not to, except guilt soured the food. Their meal lacked conversation, and it sadly reminded her of a few very late meals they had shared before they had been dating when Roman had really been struggling. She hated seeing him like this again. She finished her meal and returned the tray. “What were you working on?” Roman always liked talking about work, and she liked hearing about it. It was always a safe topic.

Rand

Roman finished about half his food before he gave up and put his utensils down. The meal was quiet, there was none of the casual conversation that usually accompanied their meals together. Roman hardly noticed. As Rand returned her tray, he moved the remainder of the food around his own. He looked up at her question. “Mushu seems a bit better.” He said, and then he seemed to perk up a little, “I should have an antidote to Mr Wyvern’s poison within the month.”

~ Roman

“I’m glad Mushu was better today. I’ve been concerned.” More than concerned actually. She adored that tiny luzard. Rand looked almost a bit relieved at his next comment, and she grinned trying to joke. “Oh good. I will feel much safer being in the lab knowing you’ve bested that demon.” She watched him move the food around a bit more, “How about something sweeter?” Rand went into the kitchen and rummaged around and came back with two plates, on each slices of warm apple pie and a scoop of ice cream. “This is better than left overs.”

Rand

“Considering how swiftly the venom acts, even with the antidote it would have to be given within minutes,” Roman commented. He was about to say, No, thanks, I’m not in the mood, but she was up and headed for the kitchen before he could get the No out. Instead, when she came back with two slices of pie and ice cream, he said, “Thanks.” He already felt bad not having finished the dinner. He didn’t want to end up wasting the pie, too, so he took a bite. It was really good, but he still found it difficult to make himself swallow the bite.

~ Roman