Ensign Natasha Cole - Cross-Cultural Dessert Emergency

[Natasha Schell]

((ROOM 05-0799 – DECK 5, USS ARTEMIS-A))

 

Tho’Bi: ::looks up at Cole:: What is paste-ees?

 

She stood there silent for what likely was only a moment, but felt like it might have been years. How has he never had a pastry?

 

Cole: ::eyes opened wide:: You’ve never had pastries before. We’re fixing that right now. 

 

Natasha walked over to the replicator and programmed two of her Aunt’s Cherry Pastries. She modified Tho’Bi’s to use Blueberries, to adjust for his dietary needs.

 

Tho’Bi: Okay. I will try a paste-ee.

 

Cole: ::to the replicator:: One Aunt Rea’s Cherry Pastries, and one substituting Blueberries for the Cherries. Top both with whipped cream

 

Tho’Bi: The power cell has been cold for too long. We must turn the ice back to water.

 

Cole: ::carrying the plates:: Interesting, I thought it would have dried out.

 

She set the plate down next to Tho’Bi along with a fork.

 

Tho’Bi: Yes, you are correct. ::bows slightly:: The fluids have dried out. ::half smile:: my explanation was… very Andorian. 

 

Natasha sat down cross-legged and took a deep inhale of the delicious dessert before her. This was by far her favorite treat.

 

Cole: ::taking a bite:: Go ahead, try it. ::with food in her mouth:: I made yours with Blueberries.

 

She watched as Tho”Bi mirrored her own actions, until he attempted to inhale a small mound of whipped cream through his nose.

 

Tho'Bi: ::alarmed:: Ah! It is like snow but sticky and sweet! 

 

Natasha covered her mouth and ‘tried’ to stifle a laugh, but wasn’t successful as Tho’Bi full on panicked and flailed with a face covered in whipped cream.

 

Tho'Bi: ::pointing wildly at Tricorder:: modulate the sticky snow!

 

Cole: ::grabbing at the Tricorder:: It’s ok, just blow the air out of your nose, while I do this. ::pressing buttons:: 

 

Tho’Bi was now an amusing sight, nose dripping with whipped cream with some mucus. She pressed her lips together trying harder to not laugh at the Andorians comedic suffering.

 

Tho'Bi: ::deep breath of relief:: thank you. 

 

Cole: ::nodding:: Your welcome. 

 

Tho'Bi: ::matter of fact:: I will now try the paste-ee. 

 

The two sat in silence as they enjoyed Aunt Rea’s pastries. She noticed Tho’Bi appeared to clean his plate, so he must have liked it. Though she did make a mental note to skip the whipped cream for him next time, maybe ice cream would be better for him.

 

Tho'Bi: Delicious. ::bows:: honour to your Aunt Rea.

 

Cole: ::smiling:: Thank you, I will pass your compliments on next time I see her.  

Tho'Bi: Response

 

Cole: ::picking up the power cell:: Sounds like I’ll have to source a replacement, or try and restore power to this. ::spinning the power cell in her fingers::

 

Tho'Bi: Response

 

Cole: There’s no real rush on this ::looking at the old communicator:: It’s not like anyone would answer it if we got it working anyway.

 

Tho'Bi: Response

 

TAG/TBC

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Ens. Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4