As discreet as she had been about her dinner plans, Eela was still a little nervous. Her and the Governor seemed to have a solid working relationship already and at least a measure of trust. Was he still hesitantly optimistic about her appointment? Her impressions thus far was that she had at least proved herself to be more than what everyone else expected her to be. If there was one thing Dasca had never been it was expected.

The thought made her smirk as she puttered in the kitchen. Cory had always told her that she was a deeply layered and complex woman- she didn’t disagree. Sometimes though those layers made her hard to figure out at times, even as she could be a source of solidity, of constancy. As a Starfleet officer, she had operated with a small measure of predictability predicated on her deep convictions and compassion. Now though, things were different. Not her convictions or compassion, but the predictability was less. Much to her own surprise and sometimes dismay. When you yourself didn’t know how you would react it made you slightly reactive and she hated this part of her shifted personality. It was the thing she worked to temper the most.

Chopping some root vegetables, she tossed them into a hot pan to sauté, humming along to the eclectic mix of music playing in the background. It was all instrumental, but were recordings she had gathered over her life from places all over the galaxy, including her homeworld.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.