Ensign Natasha Cole - Sprinkles and Smirks
Natasha Schell
(( The Swoon Spoon – Deck 229, Deep Space 224 ))
The Cherry Bomb squad had finished up their respective meals and slowly wandered back into the Promenade. The trio paced themselves to match Sam’s pace. As they walked Natasha thought she might have seen something off in the crowd, but that could just be paranoia from her mouth being on fire. Up ahead they could see a neon ice cream cone with a small crowd at the counter.
MacKenzie: Looks like the wait might be a minute… That’s good – it’ll give your hasparat a chance to settle.
Natasha caught MacKenzie smirking her way. She smiled still a bit flush in the cheeks. She was trying to play off the fire that was roaring across her tongue.
Richards: I’m glad I went with something a bit lighter ::laughing lightly:: and not spicy.
Cole: ::adjusting her collar:: The spiciness was good, I hadn’t anticipated the two dishes tag teaming my taste buds.
Natasha stepped up beside Sam, looking over the vast list of options, so many combinations between the flavors and toppings, even several options on how it was served.
MacKenzie: What are you going to have?
Richards: I think I’m going for the Cotton Candy Class Starship. It has little star sprinkles on top. I’m a sucker for cotton candy flavored things. Something catches your eye Doctor?
Cole: That does sound good, I still need a moment.
MacKenzie: Too many choices. I love raspberry, and Raspberry Riker Ripple was one of the first things I heard Samantha say, so I have to stop there.
Richards: Riker is always a good choice if you know what I mean.
Sam let out a chuckle as she nudged Natasha with a smile. That prompted her to let out a laugh as well. Then she saw what she needed, it was mint-chocolate chip with peppermint for an extra cooling taste.
Cole: I’m going to have the Warp Core Breather, though I am partial to the Nebula Swirl.
MacKenzie: Response
As the crowd dispersed the trio where able to place their orders with out issue, Natasha opted for a scoop of both flavors on a cone. Sam held her brightly colored pink and blue cone covered in silver star sprinkles and gestured towards a small empty table inside the shop.
She positioned herself so the door and counter were both in her peripheral vision. Settling into the chair Natasha gave her cone a lick, the Mint chocolate of the Warp Core Breather paired surprisingly well with the raspberry, blackberry, and vanilla of the Nebula Swirl.
Richards: This is pretty good. Sprinkles leave a little something to be desired, but it’s not bad all in all.
Natasha let out a very satisfying sound as the cool ice cream sated the fire that had been slowly building across her taste buds. She looked at the cone and was grateful for the sweet and cool release it gave her from her main course decisions.
Cole: That is a shame, those are supposed to be the best part, next to whipped cream. ::smiling::
MacKenzie: Response
Sam looked sheepishly between Natasha and MacKenzie and smiled.
Richards: Thanks for having dinner with me. ::Gesturing to the shop:: And ice cream. It’s been nice.
Cole: Anytime. ::licking her cone:: This has been fun.
MacKenzie: Response
Cole: Plus I appreciate the opportunity to make new friends. I hope I’m not overstepping by saying that. ::glancing between the two woman::
Richards/MacKenzie: Response
Cole: oO sometimes I hate the lessons the Commander taught me. Oo
From where Natasha was sitting she noticed there was another crowd forming out front, tilting her head ever so slightly assessing the situation. Sometimes she just couldn’t shut down her passive observation. Here she was enjoying some downtime with friends and because it just happened to be in an unfamiliar environment to her, she was subconsciously on high alert.
Cole: ::nodding towards the crowd:: Looks like we timed it just right between their rushes.
Richards/MacKenzie: Response
TAG/TBC!
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Ens. Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4