PNPC Atan Lera, Bakery Not Bisto

[Jennifer R. Povey]

(( USS Constitution - Deck 8 - Bakery ))

A long time ago on Earth a gravy company advertised itself by having two kids follow their noses into the kitchen. Those kids were younger than Lera (although given the overall small size of Ferengi she was sometimes mistaken for younger than her 13 years by other species). But she was definitely following her nose down the corridor, drawn by the scent of fresh bread and sugar. It wasn't a scent the Constitution normally welcomed.

A bakery? The first of the upgrades to the ship they'd been promised? But that was...the girl wrinkled her nose in thought. Yes, that was the Romulan symbol. There was a Romulan baker on the ship?

That made her think of IDIC. He was also singing, in Romulan, although the universal translator was doing a pretty good job. And the door was, it seemed, slightly open.

Was the shop open?

Why was there a Romulan baker on the ship? Even if she had not been an adolescent and, thus, always hungry, her curiosity would have drawn her into the room.

Selok: Hello? 

She stepped inside and yes, there was a Romulan, distinguishable from Vulcans by the heavier and more ridged brow. And less telepathy, although that was not something *she* had to worry about...no telepath with a two-lobed brain could interact with somebody with a four-lobed brain and vice versa. The frequencies on which they operated were just so different. She was, yes, young, and darker skinned than most Ferengi, with something of the laced ears of her mother's ethnicity.

Selok: Hello, and welcome to… You know, I haven’t actually thought of a name yet for the bakery. ::he smiled:: You’d think that would be the first thing to take care of but , I have not. I don’t have a full menu yet, but you are very welcome to see if anything I do have is to your liking. I will warn you that I don’t carry tube grubs. 

Lera: That's fine. I'm not a fan of tube grubs.

He was, of course, assuming she was from Ferenginar. 

Selok: There are some breads, a couple pies, I have some doughnuts and eclairs. Once I get things streamlined, I should be able to produce more and more variety. 

Lera: Can I try a doughnut?

Selok: Response

Lera: We haven't had a bakery on the ship before.

As for a name. Maybe she could come up with something to help? She wracked her brain, but she didn't exactly have a lot of practice naming things.

Selok: Response

Lera: Thank you. Doughnuts are one of the things humans are good at...or are these Romulan doughnuts?

It could be like the meatball thing, that more than one culture had invented doughnuts independently. They weren't a hard concept, after all.

Selok: Response

Lera: I'd be willing to try a Romulan cake. And I know my sister would.

Selok: Response

Lera: She's the chief of tactical...

Slight pause.

Lera: I'm adopted.

Otherwise he would, of course, get hugely confused, people always did. Her family threw off even some StarFleet people, and this guy was a civilian who might not have spent as much time around people who weren't of his species.

Selok: Response

Atan Lera

Child
USS Constitution
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