While a part of him was dreading this, Jerrin had to admit to being just a little bit excited. It wasn’t that he was really any good at cooking, but he was certainly better than Vora… his mom. The teen stalled in his tracks as he approached the holodeck and realized that he was doing that less and less: referring to her as Vora. It had been a strange and slow thing, and despite how much he wanted to yell at her, she’d been pretty kind to him, and supportive of his goals. Once they had started talking about the truth, it had gone better, but then things stopped. He couldn’t push, he knew that. And so he said nothing, and stewed. At least this was ten times better than sitting in an office debating about whether they could have real conversations or not.

With a sigh, Jerrin crossed the distance to the doors and stepped in, not entirely sure what to expect.

~Jerrin