USS Merrimack
Stella's happy place!
Stella had in her wanderings smelled something. Well just a glimmer of a hint of what might be something actually. She’d turned a certain corner then and her nostrils flared wide at the aroma. She slowly approached the area that the smell was coming from as if it was something that might flee her. Finally, she stood in front of the door to a busy bar and grill. She walked then slowly as she viewed the several people working the bar. She saw the one who looked like he might know more than the rest, so she walked over to him.
She sat at the barstool in a very demure ladylike fashion. Finally, she attracted the dark-skinned man’s attention as he came over. Stella pulled out he r data padd and showed the man a picture as she asked.” Sugar, you think you might have the fixin’s to make this for me?” The man looked at the picture and laughed at Stella before he spoke. When the man at the bar came back she waved again asking. ” Sugar give me a bout a four finger shot of rum with that Gumb would you?”
Stella Gagnon Lt.jg
” That there roux might be a little thin, but we got everything else. We even got in some fresh okra the other day. And I’m guessing you want all the rest along with the Andouille sausage and Stella could all? ”
Stella could have swooned, and she made sure the man who waited on her knew it. She did indeed plant a kiss on the man's forehead and told him to give the cook one too!