Posted by Captain Michael Stout (CO) in Breakfast

Posted by Civilian Elizabeth Notta (Lounge Manager and Bartender) in Breakfast
Elizabeth stretched on the bed, the warmth of the body beside her, and as much as Elizabeth wanted to snuggle close and go back to bed. The reason she woke was that she was hungry. Sitting up, holding the sheet to her naked chest, she looked down at the sleeping captain with a slight smile. reaching for his shirt, she pulled it on. Getting out of bed she made her way to his kitchen to make them the breakfast that he promised her.

Notta.

Mike slept more soundly and deeply than he had since… well, it had been a while. He came out of his deep slumber and looked around. No one was there. For a split second, he thought he had dreamt last night. But then he heard the sound of someone moving around in the other room. Sitting up, he stretched and then pulled on some soft pants he (typically) slept in and walked through the door. He saw her standing at the replicator, wearing his shirt, and paused. Leaning against the door, he watched her for a few silent moments and then said “Morning. I’m not still dreaming, am I?” with a chuckle. He absentmindedly scratched his chest, his fingers running across the wide, jagged scars that ran from his left shoulder to his right side and stomach. It wasn’t often that he forgot about them, or the similar ones on his back and upper right arm, but he had for the moment. “And if you are an apparition of my subconscious or whatever, I hope to hell you can make coffee.”

Stout

“I can assure you Michael Stout that I am no dream or apparition, and I make one hell of a coffee, which is on the table with the rest of breakfast.” She smiled coming away from the replicator with butter, there was a breakfast spread that she’d managed to make while he slept. she had scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, sausage links, sausage patties, bacon, hashbrowns, and home fries with gravy that she made with help from his replicator. There was also syrup original and blackberry which was her favorite. Not to mention the one hell of a pot of coffee waiting for them to join

Notta