Lt. Gabriel Osuna: Home Cooking
Robin Hopper
((OOC – Wrapping this scene up in accordance with our CO’s wishes, so I threw a few extra tags in there. It’s been a fun one though! Happy to revisit at a later time, even if as a flashback, or just a future conversation.))
((Hallway, Deck 7 – USS Artemis))
Morgan: ::to Osuna:: If you’re sure you’re fine, then I suppose we can skip your examination, though do be sure to come see me if you have any residual concerns.
Osuna: ::Biting his tongue:: Thanks, Doctor. I’m sure I’ll be coming by as soon as possible for that check-in.
He reminded himself to check the duty rosters and try to sneak in at a time when he could have said appointment with someone else. Maybe a nice demure Ensign who wouldn’t hassle him so badly.
Morgan: And remember, no running in the house unless it’s an emergency…
Gabriel watched for a moment as Morgan walked back down the hallway, towards his awaiting sickbay. Once the doctor had gone, he let out a small sigh. oO Hell of an introduction… Oo
Turning back to Lt. Sydin, he decided that a peace offering was called for. Morgan was another matter, but he hoped he hadn’t already muddied the waters between himself and the Mission Specialist too much. They would, undoubtedly, be working together in the future.
Osuna: ::To Sydin:: I don’t suppose I can make this up to you with a bit of brunch or something? Not, uh, replicated. A bit of home cooking… I’d been meaning to find you and discuss the coming mission anyways… If you’re not on your way somewhere urgent, that is.
Sydin: Well since you’ve made quite an impact … ::she paused:: Why not. Food is always a good way to bribe me.
She straightened up, motioning for him to lead the way, which he did. Turning slowly, he began leading her towards the turbolift that could take them to his quarters on Deck 3. The time away from his family was going to be trying on him – but it had been a relief to see that the Lieutenant’s accommodations at least came with a small expandable kitchenette, housed within a wall panel… so a little bit of home could still come with him.
Osuna: ::Chuckling slightly:: Well, my wife told me I’d need to “make an impression” on my new colleagues… I hadn’t planned to follow her advice quite so literally. ::Shrugging:: It’s a bit of an adjustment being here. Clearly I have some more adapting to do… How about you?
Sydin considered what he’d said, then shook her head, seemingly undecided how exactly she felt about it all.
Sydin: It certainly… is a change. I’ve been a Diplomatic Officer before, by choice. So this feels like a stop to my career - but it’s Starfleet, they could make me a Counselor tomorrow.
Osuna: Oooh, yeah, I don’t think I’d be cut out for the blue uniform… But then, sometimes it takes an outside push to show us sides of ourselves we never knew were there… After nine years working as a consultant with the FDC, it was my father who urged me to apply for Starfleet. I’d never really considered it.
They reached the turbolift, and he summoned it with a press of the pad beside the door.
Osuna: But time has proven otherwise. Well, time and a bunch of other people seeing me better than I could see myself. Now, here I am.
Sydin: So it is a bit of a change for you too, I understand.
The lift doors ‘whooshed’ open gently, and he held out a hand, letting her step in first. Following her in, he rubbed his jaw while he spoke the command for the lift to ascend.
Osuna: Deck 3. ::Brief pause, then, to Sydin:: Bigger boots to fill – smaller beat to patrol.
Sydin: Response
Osuna: I’m sure you were selected for this posting for a reason. Surely your history, diplomatic skills – ::sheepish smile:: ability to walk off an unexpected tackle – make you the right candidate?
Sydin: Response
The lift slowed, and the doors whooshed open. Gabriel stepped out first, this time, leading her towards his quarters. It would be his first time cooking for someone – actually, his first time having anyone else in the suite – since his arrival on the Artemis. He hoped that “apologetic brunches” wouldn’t become a trend.
Osuna: Well, whatever they see in us, we’re here now. And I intend to make the most of it.
Reaching the door, he pressed the panel and, recognizing his biosigns, the door opened. Stepping inside, he opened the kitchenette panel beside the replicator and it folded down, revealing a small stovetop and a drawer with various cookware.
Osuna: Mi casa es su casa – make yourself at home. Enough business-talk for now, hmm? What do you like? Eggs? Pancakes? Sinangag? That’s a fried rice dish, in case you’ve never had it. Goes great with a bit of spicy sausage.
Sydin: Response
Osuna: Coming right up… And please, call me “Gabe”.
Sydin: Response
END Scene
