Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

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Roman smiled at her, and his voice did that high pitched English thing as he said, “You are!” Then he hugged her, gave her a quick kiss, and stood out of bed, leaning on the table for support. The dizziness was already improving. “You need to eat too, come on.” If he was eating more, he wasn’t letting her get away without eating anything.

~ Roman

Rand giggled at his tone. “I must have failed jailor school. I’m forcing you to eat, food that you like!” After he kissed her and curled up against her pillow. She didn’t feel like getting up. She sighed making quite the production of having to get up. “Okay, okayokayokay. I’m getting up.” She walked over the table and grinned. A friend chicken filet, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. She wasn’t sure who picked the meal (it wasn’t Randy), but she thought it was great. Roman would never eat all that. He was probably hungry enough, but didn’t realize it. “Do you want tea?” She was grinning just a little too much.

Rand

Roman looked down at the food with a playfully troubled look. How was he going to eat all this? He already felt full. He’d be too nauseous from overeating to enjoy the gown at this rate. With a stubborn grunt he picked up his plate and sat down at the table. “Tea, yes. To wash this down with.” It smelled good, at least. It was heavier food than he’d had in all those weeks.

~ Roman

Rand moved over to the counter and started the tea. She set water on the table in the meantime and sat down while she waited for it to eat. She stopped herself from telling him not to force it, she would wear the gown anyway. She didn’t want him sick. But stopped herself. No need to tell him that, right now.

She made the tea extra strong to accommodate the extra honey she put in it. She picked at her own food at first before she finally was able to find her own apatite.

Rand

Roman started with the mash potatoes, and then moved on to the chicken. He ate half of it before he had to stop for a minute and drank some of his tea. Then he had some of the veggies. He watched Rand out of the corner of his eye, making sure she was eating too. He knew Rand thought he’d never eat this much. He was determined to prove her wrong.

~ Roman

Rand watched from the corner of her eye. She was having a hard time deciding if she was happy or nervous over him holding up his end of the deal. Then being nervous over it made her feel selfish and then she felt bad. She ate, picking at it, taking small bites. Much like she had that morning at breakfast. Taking long silent moments between. At least the food wasn’t heavily fried. It was good, it really was, but it didn’t taste so to her. She made herself take bigger bites, the food was good and Chef worked really hard. She knew it was just nerves and anxiety over Randy and her grandfather, and if she didn’t eat, Roman might go get Randy, again. And she couldn’t very well expect Roman to eat the whole meal if she didn’t. At one point she caught Roman watching her when she glanced over at him, and she grinned. She couldn’t help it, nor did she want to. “Is your head feeling any better yet?”

Rand