Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Dagen and Reia’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen and Reia’s Quarters
Dagen came in bearing a non standard wooden crate, but thankfully with handles even if they were rope handles. It was also heavy and he grunted with the effort. Thankfully the doors recognized him and opened automatically. Fumbling with a knob or something with that would have been .. humorous. “Reia!” he called out even as he rested the crate on the edge of the couch as he looked for a place to put it. “Care package from home! Both homes apparently. I’m guessing it was your gran’s idea for the .. container.” Settling on the floor next to the couch he sat leaning on the arm of the couch as he looked at it. The short note for it on the top read, “Care Package.” and was signed by both Dagen’s parents, his eccentric aunt, and Reia’s grandparents. He could only imagine what was inside.
- Dagen

Reia had been in the bedroom replicating some things she needed for that evening’s date night. She had been wondering if dear hubby forgot, he was late getting back to their quarters. Now his tardiness was explained yet unexplained.

“What? Both of them? Oh this is not good.”

Reia smoothed out the bed clothes and got up. She walked into the living room and looked at the box dagging had brought in. It was very interesting, and a little scary.

Dagen did a double take as he glanced at Reia’s evening wear and then back again for another longer look. “I see a conspiracy afoot here by the size of this.” He had set it down and was looking at the lock. It wasn’t made to be high security, but it was biometric and did scan his fingers before snapping open.

“All right love, even if you secretly want to take a phaser to this out of fright, please don’t. Let’s open it as it has been intended whatever that may be. Did you know anything about this because I certainly didn’t.”

• Reia

He flipped the lid and was confronted by a series of separate containers. It was like each was a little Christmas gift, or for him, an Ancestor’s Day gift. They weren’t wrapped per se but each individually boxed. But the boxes were not that individualized. There were two colors. One was a light purple that was definitely a Trill color and the other was a sandy color that reminded him of the Australian beaches. Scooting over so that Reia could sit next to him and look in he shrugged with shoulders and hands. “No note. Yet. It could be buried.” He pulled one octagonal box that was near the top and inspected it. “Pressure seal. I’m guessing food. Shifting the small switch to release it he pulled it back. And smiled. And smelled. “Baking. Ground greva nuts in a pastry. Still warm!” He passed it to Reia to take one. “A childhood favorite. One of those ‘secret’ family recipes.” He looked at the lid where a card had been attached. “Uh, not so secret anymore. The recipe.”
- Dagen