Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Heather E. Argeneau (Chief Engineer) in Dinner with the Brass
Heather finished her rotation in Engineering, made sure assignments were handed out and all from outside the office that had only recently belonged to her chief Si’Rek, She just wasn’t ready to sit in his chair and his office so soon after learning he’d left without so much as a goodbye to her. Heather made a stop off at her quarters, the Captain knew what she was exactly and before the young immortal was going to sit down with her captain for a nice dinner Heather was going to have a bag of blood. She hadn’t had anything to eat since she accepted the post, and she’d last had blood the day before. This meant her body had run through the blood she’d consumed.

Getting in a quick sonar shower and a change of clothing a bag of blood slapped to her fangs drained rather quickly. The food would help her body produce its own blood, but until then at least one bag would satisfy her. Once dressed and slightly fed Heather left her quarters and found the first lift to the decks above her. the young woman stepped off the lift and made her way to the captain’s quarters where she then pressed the chime at exactly 1800 hours and waited for entrance to be offered.

Heather Argeneau, CE

Ael had never been much of a woman to replicate dinners, whenever she had the chance not to. In lieu of dealing with the machinery she was quite certain had a grudge against her, she stood at the counter chopping up a wide variety of vegetables to add into the wraps she was making. The vibrant yellows and reds and oranges of the bell peppers would give a crisp twist to the prominent greens of the cucumber, green onion, spinach and wide assortment of other vegetables. Setting them aside, she set out the wraps, first brushing a light chipotle sauce across them, before adding in the vegetables. Uncertain if Heather preferred meat or not, as Aihia rarely did, she left it to the side, until Heather arrived.

About to check on the sweet potato soup, she heard the sound of the chime. Raising an eyebrow, she quickly made her way to the door, brushing off her clothes, in case she had gotten anything on them. For a second, she smirked at the thought of how Heather might react to her cooking, but she pushed that thought away, standing beside the threshold of the door, as it slid open. “Hello,” Ael waved, gesturing for Heather to step inside. “Welcome to my humble abode,” There was sarcasm in her voice.

Captn. Aihia
CO