Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in The Shopping - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in The Deltan - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in The Deltan - Dagen and Reia
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“Well, I have voracious appetites for my marriage and my job it seems. I certainly don’t steal all of your meat. You need to keep up with me and my higher metabolism sweetheart so maybe you should order a rack of ribs to go.”

“It has taught me to be quicker at eating,” he said, “and savor the things that I can.” A rack of ribs? Those things were deadly, but then she would be the one getting all greasy.

She turned back to her father in law and gave him a mischievous look.

“Well between amazing things I do for the Federation that I really can’t tell you about, I just spend time among the crew. There is a lot of time between missions. I basically spend it studying where we’ve been and where we’ll be. It also helps being the comms officer.” she explained.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

“Oh, Comms,” he said. “Now you’ve hit on something. Have you ever done ham radio? The humans call it that. I’m not sure where it came from and how using a radio related to a form of food. Trill call it CCat .. short for Chatter Chatting.”
Dagen’s mother relaxed and nibbled. “Dear, we may be ordering supper here,” she said with a smile.
“I’ve done that. Does the Fleet have that? Sounds like something you’d like, you know, even listening in, one can learn a lot about others. I have a call sign and everything for the local CCat chapters. It’s organized you know into local clubs and chapters they like to call it to sound more than it is. “We are called the Twilight Whisperers. I’m the Grey Warbler.” Dagen couldn’t hold a straight face but his dad sounded rather proud of that.
- Dagen

Reia picked up and held her coffee cup to her lips for what seemed an unusually long time before actually taking a drink. Better to hide one’s laughter.

The thought of a gray warbler brought to mind a fat noisy bird such as one might find on an American holiday table in centuries gone by.

“That does sound very interesting actually. Quite similar to things we’ve had on Earth for centuries.”

“I have read up on that history. It is fascinating. Did you know the Klingons never adopted such a thing, and the Romulans quickly adapted it to a kind of surveillance method, much like Earth’s early internet, especially things like Handbook.”
“That’s Footbook dear.”
“Of course, you’re right. Strange names these. As I was saying, the Andorians never adopted such things as it was too easy for them to speak an offense, or words to be taken as one when not face to face. And the Ferengi used something like that to hone their skills in bartering and quizzing on their Rules of Acquisition.”

Leaning forward she made certain to catch Dagen’s father’s eye.

“And you’re right, you can learn a lot about a person, or race, just by listening.” she gave a conspiratorial wink before turning back to her shrimp.

• Reia

He picked up one of the last slices of bacon. “You are a tease.”
Dagen squeezed Reia’s leg and nodded toward his dad.

The meal, virtually done, brought a question from Dagen’s mother. “Dear, we cannot possibly ask them about this, but you have to take us around for some shopping and to walk off this splendid lunch.”
Dagen & family …

Reia thought Dagen’s mother had a glorious idea. She thought much better on her feet in the first place whether she was slinking out of the shadows or taking her in laws shopping, movement had always been her friend.

“I think that’s a great idea. Burn some calories.”

“Oh pshua, calories are overstated. Nothing that a good cardio session doesn’t take care of.” She waved off the feeling of ‘needing’ the exercise but leaned in to her husband. “We may need to get some in later, dear, after walking off this food and getting some good shopping in.”

Leaning forward she, and her cleavage, caught Dagen’s father’s eye.

Dagen’s father’s eyes widened momentarily. “Absolutely, love,” he said. “Absolutely.”

“Besides, if I’m going to tell a good story, I usually like to keep the blood pumping. It’s so great for your memory don’t you think?”

“As in remembering what to shop for?” She dabbed at her lips with the napkin before rising. Dagen had already tapped along the display on the table to pay, pretty much without looking.

Smiling, she glanced around for the waiter.

• Reia

“All taken care of,” Dagen said, sliding his hand along her leg to curl to her waist to pull her in for a side hug. “All we need do is head off. I presume dad and I are ready to be beasts of burden.”

Dagen

Reia leaned in and nibbled Dagen’s ear before rising and grabbing the PaDD they had been carrying with them. A quick check found a route she thought might make everybody happy for a little while.

Dagen managed a wink and a quickly spoken, “Still hungry?” The troop followed Reia out, turning when she did. He was curious as to where she was taking them.

“Okay. Let’s try this.”

She waved them out of the restaurant and onto the promenade before choosing a direction.

“There’s a little parkway down a little further. I figure a nice stroll through that and some lovely shops on the other side. By then I will have regaled everyone and our wonderful husbands might even consent to carry shopping bags.” she said smiling at Dagen’s mother.

Right, the park! He had been thinking shops so had completely forgotten about the park. That would be nice. Lighting would be in day mode now and it would be humid with that moist, earthy smell. It was different from his trips back on Trill. There it was less moist and the trees had a different loamy smell, to make the distinction. Still, while different, it was pleasant. He wondered whether it was open in the evening when they’d dim the lighting to match the day cycle. That might make for a calming walk. He would have to suggest that to Reia later.

Dagen’s father replied, “I’m well practiced in this particular thing.”

Reia slipped her arm through Dagen’s and set a slow pace before picking up the conversation again.

“So do you remember the picture, in our quarters, just below the wedding picture, of me in dress uniform with several high ranking people and my very proud grandparents?” she asked Dagen’s parents.

“I do, yes, very stately,” his mother said. His dad gave Dagen a kind of ‘deer in the headlights’ look.

Reia could understand if they didn’t. They were there to see them in the flesh, not look at old pictures.

• Reia

“You looked simply dashing,” his mother continued. “Not something that one might say to a woman usually.” She elbowed her husband. “But uniforms seem to defy that description.”
- Dagen and family ..