Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Home Is Where We Find Peace (Tag Sèan)

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Home Is Where We Find Peace (Tag Sèan)
Jezem hummed the chorus of a catchy tune he didn’t know the words too as he stirred a pot of spicy curry. In the background, Argam bustled around the dinning table, setting out three plates for their dinner tonight. He had surprised his husband when he said wasn’t Shivan joining them tonight but the counselor that saw him and Shivan in his off hours. At first Argam had been suspicious, wondering why Jezem would invite the man to their house for dinner. The Ferengi believed that if Jezem would ever lethally poison a man then he’d do it in his own home, smile on his face as he fed the poor fool his last (delicious) meal.

“He’s willing to see me and deal with. . .” Jezem had trailed off while waving his hand in a vague way, “My everything. I suppose this is my ‘thanks for dealing with me’ treat.” Argam wasn’t exactly comforted by that explanation. His husband acted very strangely these past few weeks. With strange, out-of-character acts of generosity with no discussion about returned payment or kindness. Being less prone to random acts of violence and aggression. Worst of all, he caught Jezem laying face down on the couch, a bag of some human snack called ‘caramel kettle corn’ open on the cushions in front of him. Jezem laid there for a whole hour before standing up and acting as though it hadn’t happened.

Argam watched his husband carefully through the corner of his eye. Whoever this counselor was, Argam thought, I sure hope he likes spicy food.

Jezem (and Argam)

Séan arrived dressed to impress. Wasn’t as formal as a suit, but some nice slacks and a well starched shirt. He was a physically imposing man normally but the clothes hugged his body well and showed his definition accurately. He didn’t care for or even have any jewelry to wear, but he his body had been described as a work of art, so he was going for a fantastic first impression with Argam. He knocked lightly on the door and waited.

Counselor Iven

It was almost time for the counselor to arrive. Jezem platted three dishes of orion curry. A generous serving of soft and fluffy rice were heaped upon large round plates. With the bottom of a ladle Jezem created two rounded impressions in the rice. Into one impression he served a heaping spoonful of a meaty orange curry speckled with fragrant and savory green herbs. A thick, almost paste-like, curry of minced green and white vegetables and heavily seasoned with a bright purple herb that tasted like peppermint was set into the second. Each plate was garnished by tiny, edible purple and red flowers and thin and crispy shivers of a vegetable similar to an onion but with a more umami taste.

The plates were brought to the table and covered with a cloche to keep them warm until it was time to eat. Next to each covered plate was a bowl of local fruit and a tall glass of a chilled drink similar to a thick milk but with a flavor similar to taro root mixed with coconut. The drink and the green curry were cooling to the mouth and tounge from the intense and fiery spicy heat of the orange curry. Jezem frowned at the table, he turned to his husband and asked, “Where’s the centerpiece for the table?”

“The centerpiece?” Argam didn’t know there was supposed to be a centerpiece for the table. Jezem rolled his eyes. Just then, a knock from the door.

“Get the door, dearest while I fetch the centerpiece.” Jezem retreated somewhere deeper in the house to fetch whatever mysterious centerpiece he was referring too. Which left Argam to get the door as asked.

The Ferengi opened the door, smiling broadly at Séan. Argam was typical of his species, though perhaps on the smaller side, “Ah, welcome Mr. Ivan. Or do you prefer to go by your rank? But come in, I am Argam. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Jezem