Akycha Stadium, Denali Station ))
Freck wormed his way through the various threads of traffic as he made his way to the shop that DeVeau had pointed to. Thankfully, there was an open table with enough seating for them, so Freck made his way over and sat down, and a Klingon server approached their table before very long at all.
Mekor:: Welcome to Wejwa' Xpress, my new
friends and their guests.
Freck gave the man a polite smile before
picking up a copy of the menu in front of them. It was thankfully
multi-lingual, but even so, most of the meals listed on there were things that he’d
not heard of before, which really wasn’t too surprising since he’d never tried
Klingon food before.
Freck: I’m not extremely familiar with Klingon cuisine, but I don’t think I can go wrong with gagh.
It was, after all, remarkably close to his own
people’s preferred type of meal. Their resident doctor, however
Vahin: Greetings Mekor, son of ::the thinks for a moment:: Gumosh, House of..of..Kor!
That made Freck look up from the menu in
surprise. He didn’t know the Bolian in any real capacity, but it definitely
seemed like he and their Klingon server had met each other before.
DeVeau: Oh, you know each other?
Well, that certainly validated his thought processes.
DeVeau: And I have to admit, I haven’t had gagh in a while.
Freck: I’ve only had it a couple of times growing up, but I don’t remember disliking it.
Mekor: If you aren't particularly familiar with the different varieties of Gagh' might I recommend the Gagh' sampler to start? We brought our three most popular varieties for this occasion.
Freck hummed to himself at the suggestion. He’d
certainly be able to figure out which varieties he enjoyed, which would be good
in the long term. It certainly held promise.
Vahin: Interestingly enough, we had a Kalari patient at the clinic a few days ago who was looking for something similar to what they eat on their home world. It turns out Gagh was a good substitute. They seemed to quite enjoy it anyway.
Vahin: I think I’ll pass on it, though.
DeVeau: I think I read that they have a replicated version if you want to give it a try and expand your palette. Some found that a lot easier to take than the real, live gagh.
Freck set the menu down and looked up to the Klingon – Mekor, apparently – with a smile on his face.
Freck: I think I’ll take you up on the Gagh’
sampler. Oh, and uh, real and live for me, thank you.
Mekor: You did read that correctly, we can substitute replicated Gagh' for our more squeamish guests. We've worked quite hard to ensure the flavor is as close as possible.
Vahin: Is your Targ freshly slaughtered or do you allow the meat to decay and bring out the natural flavour?
Vahin: Well, I think that will have to do. I’ll take one Targburger with a side of tren bred and grat root fries.
Freck shook his head, laughing lightly to himself.
Apparently, the good doctor Vahin had quite the familiarity with Klingon
cuisine. That was fine, however, since he found it was always easier to jump
into the unknown when it wasn’t so unknown to at least one other person.
DeVeau: I’ll take the targ sausage with the chips and stew.
Mekor: And what will you be drinking friends?
Vahin: Targ milk for me. ::he looks over at Dekas:: Just in case.
DeVeau: I’ll have the milk as well.
Freck: That sounds perfect, actually. Milk for
me, as well, please.
Freck settled in once they’d all given their orders. The Ferengi didn’t exactly consider himself a savant at breaking the ice, but thankfully, they had Dekas and Commander DeVeau who seemed to be more than equipped to blast right through any ice they might encounter.
DeVeau: Are you the owner of this establishment?
Freck nodded, and then remembered how Doctor Vahin already knew Mekor’s name, so he looked between the two.
Freck: And how do you and Doctor Vahin know
Freck gave a small ‘ah’ to himself. As it often
turned out, clearing up confusion usually just requires asking the question in
the first place. Not to mention, it probably looked good for them to have
participated so closely in helping the many, many visitors to the station get settled in.
DeVeau: How are you finding everything? Do you have all you need?
Freck nodded, it wasn’t a bad idea to check in to make sure there was nothing going wonky, since they were here anyways.
Once his stomach growled, however, the Ferengi realized he was hungrier than he’d thought. Ideally, there’d be nothing wrong and everything would be going smooth, but Freck saw himself as something of a realist in these matters. An operation of the size of this space race was bound to encounter a hitch or five along the way.
Freck: That’s what we’re here for, after all! So long as it isn’t life threatening, we can take a look at anything going on once we’re done partaking in your establishment’s offerings.