((Iko Apartment, Marrakech District, Habitat Ring, Amity Outpost))
Annamae picked up a slice of the bread, covered in decorative cake sprinklings, then took a bite. She slowly chewed as she crunched the topping, trying to ascertain if the combination of bread, butter and the sweet sprinkles actually worked together…
Iko: Whaddya think?
Annamae: It’s like… ::chewing:: … there’s a boring engineering conference in my mouth, but there’s also a mariachi band playing to make it not so dull.
Bec gave Annamae one of her unimpressed deadpan expressions. oO Mission accomplished. Oo
Iko: In Fed Standard please?
Barberra: You know, mariachi band. Mexican hat dance? ::singing:: Der-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-nerrrrrr… ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ne-nerrr…. ::clicks fingers next to left side of face::
Iko: It’s called fairy bread. One of the few good things I got from growing up on Earth.
Barberra: No, it’s called “Mexican music”.
Annamae lowered her fingers, before rerunning through her head what Bec was saying.
Barberra: Oh, you mean the bread. Wait, “fairy” bread?
She looked down at her Alice in wonderland costume pyjamas, before patting them with her hands.
Barberra: Looks like I wore the wrong pyjamas. ::turning to replicator:: COMPUTER! PLAIN BLACK FAIRY WAND, NO GLITTER! NOW! ::turning back to Bec as computer chirped confirmation tone:: Seems like you had an interesting childhood.
As the replicator went to work, Annamae listened intently to Bec.
Iko: Well, there's also the fact that I grew up on a continent where the wildlife definitely has the capacity to kill you. But other than that? Honestly, not many other highlights.
Barberra: Oh, yeah, I know how that feels. I didn’t get out of my hometown much. It was so boring even the local transporters were boring, so we all just hung out and talked about how bored we were.
Iko: Response
Barberra: The only thing that could kill us was boredom. That, and the mountain lions… the grey wolves… coyotes…
Iko: Response
Annamae turned around and grabbed her black fairy wand, before lightly tapping Bec on the top of her head with it.
Barberra: Then I turn you into a sehlat.
Iko: Response
Barberra: Oh. Then, ::tapping Bec on left shoulder:: I dub thee, ::then on right shoulder:: Sir Iko, ::then top of head:: of Earth, slayer of dragons, keeper of the sacred gummy bears.
Iko: Response
Barberra: ::Picking up slice of fairy bread, then taking a bite:: So… ::chewing::… what are we going to do now, Sir Bec? ::Chewing more::
Iko: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra
Liaison Officer for the Starfleet Attaché
Amity Outpost
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