Ensign Natasha Cole - Raspberry Riker and Other Remedies
Natasha Schell
((Taste of the Quadrants – Deck 229, Deep Space 224))
Natasha nodded and looked at her drink. She wondered if Sam mentioned to Kexxin the nickname she thought of for the three of them. The corner of her mouth twitched into a subtle smile. He probably would have been amused by it.
Addison pointed to the other food on the table.
MacKenzie: How is it?
Richards: It’s everything I have been dying for. I’m absolutely coming back here before we leave. ::tilting her head to the side:: How’s yours?
MacKenzie: The hasparat is quite good. Meets expectations.
Cole: This stew is quite good, ::swallowing a spoonful:: flavor is robust with a nice kick of spiciness.
The table fell into a small silence of only cutlery on the dishes. Natasha was hungrier then she realized as she polished off the Talaxian stew. She could feel a heat in her face from the spices from the stew. It was spicier than she expected, thankfully her drink helped ease the heat.
Richards: ::Looking at Nat:: We should have told Kexxin about that nickname you came up with for the three of us. ::Gesturing to herself, then to Nat and MacKenzie:: I bet he would have thought the “Cherry Bombs” was great.
Cole: ::blushing a little, or the spice of her meal had made her cheeks flush:: I think he would have probably laughed, or think we were actual explosives.
MacKenzie: The Cherry Bombs, eh?
Cole: I had a few other names floating around, but that one just stuck out.
Natasha picked up part of her Hasparat. It reminded her of a sandwich wrap, it looked like it was prepared with some kind of brine, that was interesting. Taking a bite out of it Natasha’s eyes started to water and she could swear her mouth was literally on fire now.
MacKenzie: Hasparat a little spicy?
Cole: ::holding back a spice induced cough:: Just a little. ::making a gesture holding two fingers pinched almost touching::
Richards: I tend to stay away from anything spicy. ::Tilting her head to the side:: Does that make me a boring redhead?
The Captain had looked from Sam to Nat and appeared to be trying valiantly to hold back laughter. She moved her fries close, as Sam watched Natasha’s face hold back tears and pain.
MacKenzie: French fry? They came with a garlic aioli sauce – that should help tame the heat a bit…
Cole: Thank you, ::picking up a few:: next time I’ll have to pick one or the other, not both.
Natasha could feel the hint of relief as the aioli from the fries moved across her tongue. She reached up towards her face with the hand that had been holding her Hasparat, and just before making contact with her eye, she realized the misfortune she was about to do to herself and just stared at her hand as if asking it ‘what it was doing’. She needed something dairy based immediately.
Richards: Anyone up for some dessert? ::Glancing towards Nat:: You know, some ice cream or something on the colder side.
Sam’s smirk as she looked between Natasha and the Captain was priceless. Natasha could definitely felt like the friendship that was starting to form between her and Sam was going to be similar to teasing sisters.
Cole: I would LOVE ice cream. ::feeling the heat slowly return::
MacKenzie: Response
Richards: I think I remember something about an ice cream shop around 224 somewhere.
Sam pulled her PADD out of her bag and did a quick search, while Natasha, not wanting to waste food, took a few fries and wedged them into her Hasparat, taking a few more bites. It was quite good, but to better enjoy it she was going to have to try it on its own.
Richards: Ah, right here ::pointing:: Looks like “The Swoon Spoon” is not far from here.
Cole: ::tilting her head:: That’s an interesting name.
MacKenzie: Response
Richards: I for one, am curious as to what “Buttered up Bolian cone” or a ::holding back a laugh:: “Raspberry Riker Ripple” tastes like. Either of you interested in joining me?
Cole: ::drinking some of her drink:: I am at least, how about you, Doctor MacKenzie?
MacKenzie: Response
Richards: Response
Natasha settled her bill and while she was sure any ice cream would probably melt before it could neutralize the spice fire in her mouth, dessert was always her favorite part of a meal. There was something telling about what people chose. Some bounce from flavor to flavor while others stick to the same with militant persistence. She could understand that dedication to a favorite dish, after all she had hers.
Cole: Ready when either of you are. ::smiling, trying to not show she was still feeling the heat::
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
TAG/TBC!
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Ens. Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4