Ensign Doz Finch - Oven Bun
Doz Finch
((Lower Shuttlebay Maintenance and Support, Deck 9, USS Gorkon))
Around a circular table with a brethren of engineers that included Vylaa zh’Tisav, Doz Finch had joined in on a game of cards, a hot steaming cup of tea her fuel of choice. After a little bit of banter regarding the Andorians, the conversation had taken a softer turn—if she dared to say it, a warmer turn.
Finch: There are some sports not meant for us, and in my case it’s riding Zabathu’s—or any horse, probably. ::A wry grin:: Do you ever miss it? Andoria?
zh’Tisav: Yeah, most of the time. Like the taiga forests outside of the city, or the caves in the Weyzhiss Mountains. I don’t miss some of the bits though. ::Checked her cards again.:: Strange how we can seem stuffy and loose at the same time.
Finch: Stuffy and loose? You’ll have to explain that one to me. ::She licked a finger and pulled out a card, lips pursing with curiosity::
zh’Tisav: Well, like for example, a pregnant zhen isn’t allowed out for the first part of her pregnancy. It’s supposedly to protect the baby, but it’s the most… Boring… Thing… Ever. I just can’t do it again.
Her beady brown eyes flicked between her (abysmal) set of cards and her Andorian colleague. The inside of her head was a cauldron of thoughts. Firstly, of the complicated way their blue comrades mingled and had babies, something to do with a donor and a pouch apparently, secondly of whether or not Eric Tharsen had an eye twitch or was genuinely trying to peak over at her cards (nothing a friendly growl couldn’t fix) and thirdly…
Finch: That’s a lot of very specific “bits”, love! ::She chuckled:: You’re not pregnant, are you?
zh’Tisav: Hmm, I suppose that’s my way of saying I am.
Doz chortled into her cards…then seconds later snapped her face towards Vylaa, eyes squinting into slipstream.
Finch: What!?
zh’Tisav: Response
Finch: Oh my god, Vylaa! ::Dropping her cards onto the table:: I can’t believe it! That’s incredible news! How long have you known!?
The other engineers each nodded and vocalised their congratulations, one reaching over to pat Vylaa on the back, whilst Doz stared at her with incredulity.
zh’Tisav: Response
Finch: And what about the twins!? And little Thyl! Have you told them!?
zh’Tisav: Response