Lt. Aine Sherlock - Fixed

[Aine Sherlock]

((Gratitude Festival, Bajor))

The surest way to learn about a culture was their food. And Aine was a big fan of food. It was rare she found something that didn't agree with her, like the "goat's milk" from Risa that most definitely didn't taste like milk from Earth. Doctor Morgan had even tested it and had a succinct summary, "This tastes like shit!" But then there were things some wouldn't even touch that she actually liked. Like the fresh tube grubs served by Burger Nagus on Deep Space 224. The almost buttery flavor was still in her memory as if it was yesterday she'd had them.

Sherlock: ::shaking her head:: Nevermind. Have you guys ever tried Bajoran food?

Herrick: No, saw something about ::he grabbed his padd out:: Has parrot or is it Hesperet? That seems to be a popular street food?

Aine felt a shiver down her spine. It was exactly Hasperat and exactly served from a street vendor that had caused the incident she jokingly was trying to avoid. The last thing she needed on this trip was to be covered in dust from an extinguisher, being attacked by a chef, and then chased by constables.

Promontory: I’ve had mixed experiences with street food. (beat) But I’ll watch you two try something and then, maybe, have a bite.

Sherlock: Everything has a spiciness, even the fruit. Always made me wonder if Bajorans have odd taste buds.

Promontory: (grinning) Or maybe it’s the rest of the galaxy that has the weird taste buds!

Aine's mouth opened as if she were about to respond. But then the implication of a very Terran centric ideology hit her and she just shrugged with her palms up.

As they continued on down the thoroughfare, it appeared that most of the restaurants were packed. It wouldn't be easy to get a seat.

Herrick: How about some street food? ::pointing across the street:: It looks… interesting.

Promontory: Again, I’ll let you go first!

As they approached the cart, Aine perused the menu. An interesting variety of foods. She wondered if the Emissary Cake was made of real Emissary, and almost laughed aloud at the joke in her head.

Sherlock: At least there's some real meat here.

Herrick: Wait, that’s what a vole is?! (beat) It still looks delicious.

She was sure it tasted amazing, otherwise it wouldn't be so prominently on the menu, but she was going to have to pass on that one.

Sherlock: That stew is calling my name.

Promontory: Maybe I’ll stick with a moba juice.

Aine gave the vendor a slip of the latinum in her satchel, the very same from the half her sister didn't waste, and took her bowl of stew. And as she suspected, it was spicy...very spicy. But nothing she couldn't handle. A took up a spoonful of broth with a chunk of the batbird meat, letting the flavors sit in her mouth a moment. She was surprised at how much it tasted like chicken back on Earth but without the stringy texture.

As she turned while still chewing, that damn juggler reappeared right next to them. He was juggling large scrolls. Aine's eyes narrowed at the man.

Juggler: Peldor Joy!

Herrick: ::glancing at Aine with a bemused smirk:: I think he’s looking for a tip.

Promontory: (grinning slyly) I have a tip for him. 'Don’t mess with Aine!'

Aine always wondered if she had a reputation. And it seemed like there was somewhat of one.

Sherlock: He'd be wise to heed that one.

Herrick: Response

The juggler just wouldn't seem to go away. She admired his persistence. But she still didn't like him. He was almost as bad as a clown.

Promontory: Oh, I didn’t bring any money.

The Lieutenant turned back to the vendor.

Promontory: Oh. (to the other officers) Anyone want to spot me a slip?

Herrick: Response

Sherlock: ::mouth half full:: You guys didn't bring any latinum? Maybe they'll take Fed Creds?

Promontory: I guess we could do that.

The vendor shook his head, and Aine was sure the juggler didn't take them either. She let out a heavy sigh and thought to herself, "It's only latinum, I can get more."

Sherlock: I got you guys, don't worry.

Promontory/Herrick: Response

She gave the vendor two more slips then turned towards the juggler and gave him one as well.

Juggler: Thank you! One more and I'll leave you alone for good!

Sherlock: ::sternly:: NO.

Promontory/Herrick: response

As the juggler left to peddle his scheme elsewhere, Aine indulged in more batbird stew.

Sherlock: ::talking with her mouthful again:: It may not work in the Gamma Quadrant so much, but you guys should get your hands on some latinum. It's always good to have some, you never know when you'll need it.

Promontory/Herrick: response

Sherlock: Mine? Gambling. I never lose. Luck'o'the Irish.

She gave the pair a wink. She wasn't about to confess that the bulk of her winnings was from a fix by a confidential informant on 118.

Promontory/Herrick: response

tags/TBC

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Security Officer

U.S.S. Oumuamua

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