Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Friendship and Raw Fish

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Friendship and Raw Fish

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She accepted it with thanks and made her way to the same bedroom she had slept- no, crashed in the night after they learned about the Vren. She did indeed take a quick sonic shower not wanting to fuss with wet hair, but also hoping for the pulses to soothe away some of the tension. Jal’na complained every time that she wasn’t doing enough to relax. Well, she should try bloody running a colony and see how many knots she formed!

Stepping out, Eela had taken her hair out of its frequent twist, letting it be in its loose natural waves past her shoulders. Her suit and blouse from earlier was gone and she had opted for a long sleeved sweater dress in a light grey with buttons all down the front. It followed her form but didn’t cling and it accommodated her brace, allowing her to access it easily if she needed to change the power cell, though she should be good for the rest of the day. She slipped on her sheru (the soft soled embroidered shoes she often wore inside) and padded back into the main part of the home and her glass of sake.

~Eela

Kenzo was already there, now dressed in a white, loose-fittinng shirt and dark tan linen pants. His hair was obviously damp, but it was still straight and hung down his back. He was leaning against the bar when she entered, and he inclined his head. He slid her cup to her and then tossed back the remainder in his cup. “You are two behind.” and he smiled slightly, grabbed the bottle, and waved her to follow him.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, is it?” Eela said, throwing back the sake in her glass and following. Seeing Kenzo outside of the office was always interesting. He looked more at ease, but she couldn’t say she’d ever seen him relaxed. Unless she counted him in his deck chair about to pass out from their drinks. Did that count?

He led her into the kitchen where a simple set up had been made on the island with the sink. A bamboo mat used to roll the sushi. A large bowl of cooked rice. A very sharp looking knife. A stack of green-almost-black nori, or seaweed paper. A ceramic bottle of soy sauce. Pickled ginger. A small bowl of wasabi. And an assortment of raw fish and vegetables.

Kenzo gestured to a high-backed stool on the opposite side of the island and set the bottle down near a similar bottle, but dark red instead of green. He began to was his hands and looked at Eela. “Now then… what kind of flavors do you like or not like?”

Kenzo

“I’m really open to anything and will try it at least once,” she said, slipping carefully onto the stool, using the counter to give her stability. “I don’t mind spice, but overall I don’t like food that burn my mouth. No hot pepper eating contests for me. I tend to not eat a lot of meat but I really enjoy fish, as you’ve experienced. I quite like zesty bits in things, but I also know that sushi is a lot about balance, of marrying flavours. So… teach me. I’m a willing student and fast learner.”

~Eela