Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Dasca’s Apartment- Dinner with Kenzo

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Dasca’s Apartment- Dinner with Kenzo

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She lifted her glass. “And I am delighted I have had the opportunity to cook for you. To home cooked meals and pleasant company.”

Eela took a sip of the wine and let him serve the fish and vegetables while she helped herself to some of the salad and passed over the bowl. “You know, this is a tradition for me. Once a week, if at all possible, I cook. Or at least I did. When Cory and I first got married, it was just something we did amongst juggling our busy schedules. And I managed to keep it going for most of my career too. Even during the war. That story about the rations was as close as I could get to it. But Haliian culture all but demands we find ways to build connection. And I never found a better way with someone I didn’t know very well than sharing a meal. That and it carried on a tradition my parents started. This is the first meal I’ve properly cooked in, oh… months, sadly. So I’m very glad for it.” In the dining room, the music was a bit more audible but still not intrusive, comprised of a mix of instrumental and traditional vocal from a multitude of cultures, including her own.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

“Food is the great equalizer.” Kenzo said while serving himself some of the salad. “Without it, we are nothing. With it, we are community. And understanding cuisine breeds familiarity that can be used to put new acquaintances at ease. Before any contentious negotiations, I always insisted on a meal between all parties. No business could be conducted. They always started off awkward and quiet; but by the end the majority were very positive experiences.” and he set the salad aside. “And only twice was there bloodshed; so statistically the reasoning remains sound.” and he smiled slightly as he took a drink.

Kenzo

She laughed as she picked up her knife and fork. “Only twice, huh? I’d take those odds as well.”

The fish was as she remembered it, even if had been a a good three years since she had made it. The kappen was an oily fish with a hint of sweetness, and she’d always thought the herbs and kouinay balanced it nicely. And of course the root vegetables were earth and comforting. “I’m curious, if you don’t mind sharing, what sort of traditions from your father do you try to uphold?”

Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.