(BACKSIM) LtJG GIla Sadar - Dining with... People?
Gila Sadar
((Holodeck 2 - Deck 2, USS Artemis-A))
(((My apologies for the severe delays with this scene, and thank you both for putting up with me <3 )))
Holodeck 2 was filled with scents of a myriad designations as each prospective cook finished off their creations for the day’s lunch. There was a slight remnant of the salty sweetness that the infusion for Gila’s puddings had produced prior to their incarceration in the cooling unit, while there was a decidedly fresh crispness from the dressings created by Lieutenant Jovenan. And then, there was the Hasperat which - despite Gila’s general aversion to spicy foods - did smell very good.
It was a bit odd to Gila herself, that an act that usually lend itself to quite a bit of anxiety on her part - cooking for people, rather than just to sustain herself - had actually been enjoyable today, and she was looking forward to partaking in the samples created by her fellow officers. Their talk of secret ingredients - or lack thereof - was bringing up an interesting point about cooking for a variety of taste palettes, however, as the ever observant Lieutenant Jovenan raised the valid point.
Jovenan: That does sound good. It’s amazing how you know how different flavours work. ::pause:: I hope I didn’t use too bland or weird tasting ingredients in my salad. Do you think we should have, like, spices on the table in case you don’t like it?
Silveira: We can always add a few to accommodate our different palettes when we try it, but we should first taste it like you cooked before making any changes. ::He began peeling the fruits he replicated, cutting it in thin slices.:: Now I try a lot, you don’t get to cook well unless you fail miserably and taste some of your awful concoctions worse than slug cola.
Sadar: I’ve made some cooling pellets. The Mizarian taste palette alternates between sweet, uhh… Salt and bitter, so eating what you call ‘spicy’ food is very much not something I’m used to. ::scratches her cheek:: They’re just for soothing the burn after eating though.
Jovenan: Got it. I guess I’ll take a sample to check that it tastes like it should and hope that you don’t find it too strange for you.
Silveira: I am sure it will taste great.
Gila nodded in agreement.
Jovenan: I think I’m ready now. Is there something I can do to help, or do I ::look around:: try to find a dining table somewhere?
With his main course being the only remaining work-in-progress, Lieutenant Silveira offered them a look over his shoulder as he finished his masterpeiece.
Silveira: We can just ask for a proper lunch table, remember we are in the Holodeck. Have you finished as well, Sada?
Sadar: Yes Sir, the puddings are kept in the cooling unit. They do taste better cold.
Silveira: The Hasperats are ready and I just need to load them on the plates.
Since you both deserve a proper plating I will only take a few more minutes to make a nice presentation. None of you are allergic to strawberries I hope.
Gila paled visibly, her fingers immediately seeking out her anxiety band. Strawberries.
Jovenan: Response
Sadar: I-I-I, uhh, I really c-can’t eat strawberries. They, uhh, don’t agree with Mizarian physiognomy. At all.
Her dietary restrictions clearly placed a hinder on the Tactical Chief’s culinary machinations, but soon enough - as he was wont to - he came up with a plan to circumvent the obstacle.
Silveira: I know, just to be on the safe side I can use one of the protein bars from the Fleet’s combat rations.
Gila shared a confused look with Lieutenant Jovenan.
Jovenan: Response
Deciding that Lieutenant Silveira’s preparations would proceed however he deemed necessary - and noting that she should exercise extreme vigilance when partaking the Hasperat’s sidedishes - Gila looked up into the air, as she was like to do while in the Holodeck.
Sadar: Computer, dining table with three seats, please, and, uhh, appropriate table dressing for three people?
The ‘please’ was definitely superfluous, but she still felt weird making requests without it. Shimmering into existence mere fractions of a second after her request, a simple yet elegant dining table with a white tablecloth and glasses, flasks of water and minimalist decorations appeared near the cooking stations, and Gila nodded slowly.
Silveira: I hope you like them. Now let's set up a table, I can’t wait to try what you both cooked.
Jovenan: Response
Sadar: Oh, uhh, I’ll fetch the puddings once we’ve finished your dishes. ::wrings her hands:: Umm… Can I pour you some glasses of water?
And with that, the three officers took their respective seats around a holographic dinner table, eating holographic food. It was a pointless distinction in the end, for it all tasted unique and delicious, and while Gila would likely have been more at ease eating by herself in her quarters, she found herself smiling and relaxing as the meal progressed.
Dining with friends wasn’t so bad a way to end shore leave.
Tags/End Scene for Gila Sadar
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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