Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Good Food, Good Mood
Quentin Beck
((Zeyva’s Kitchen, Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))
Following a toast to everyone in the room, not to mention the somewhat uncomfortable situation, Quentin had settled into taking a sip from his glass, savoring the flavor of the wine while also considering how to move the conversation forward… without just being small talk.
Beck: Om-Zora, you're Science, right? Working with V'Len?
Om-Zora: Response
Robin: What do you do, Mister Ever-rude?
The Doctor arched a brow at the mispronunciation. What had Tess done to elicit the ire of both of the Klowahkan women in the room? Or had Robin simply misheard?
Evinrude: Operations? ::Tess took another sip of wine, a rather long one.:: I have to admit, it's...odd, operating without a permanent department head.
She smiled and Quentin nodded, the corner of his mouth pulling upward similarly as he took another slow sip.
Robin: What about Commander O’Connor? Or is HCO different from Operations?
Beck: While HCO does stand for Helm/Communications/Operations, the duties are a little bit different overall - I suspect Ian could fill in as needed in Operations, but his skills are much more suited to piloting. I couldn't begin to describe some of the insane things he managed to pull off while the Ronin was at Grus Beta Three…
Om-Zora: Response
Evinrude: ::With a small, genuine smile.:: Honestly, I have enjoyed the remodel of the Lounge. It makes me feel...like I'm helping out the crew, in a direct way.
The lieutenant turned, looking directly into the kitchen. Quentin noticed the change in tone.
Evinrude: ::Firm, yet pleasant.:: I don't want this place to fail. I want my crewmates to feel comfortable here. With...everything going on, the ship needs more warm places. To gather.
Robin: Well, I know that mother is happy with you. So you’ve done something right.
Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
He watched the two curiously, eyes shifting from one to the other, knowing he was missing quite a lot of information and wondering exactly what was being left unsaid. He came very close to actually asking for clarification, but Thoné's timing was impeccable to prevent him from doing more than opening his mouth as she arrived with their small plates.
Thoné: I hope you’re hungry!
Beck: Famished.
And he genuinely was. Thinking about it, he'd been so focused on all of the paperwork, transferring his patients, and wondering about his own status that he had neglected his three square meals a day. Lately, they'd been a bit more circular.
Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
Robin: Thank you, Mother. It looks delicious.
Thoné: Of course it does. I made it dear.
Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
Quentin whistled as she laid the plate of eggs with fruit sauce in front of him, his fingers spreading and his hands moving to press just his palms and ring fingers against the edges to turn it slightly so he could study it.
Beck: Hachi machi, this is art. I almost hate to eat it.
He joined with the others preparing to eat, unwrapping his silverware and tucking the napkin into his collar in an effort to try to save the front of his uniform from stray bits of sauce. Selecting a fork, he carved off a small triangle from one of the eggs and made sure to dip it in the sauce before raising it to his lips to take a bite.
Thone/Robin/Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
His eyes fell closed as he savored the taste, making soft little sounds of appreciation that might have been misconstrued as something else in a different setting. Smacking his lips, he reached out to collect his glass and take a sip, enjoying the contrast of the bold wine against the savory egg and sweet sauce.
Beck: I shouldn't say this so quickly, but… you've got me wrangled, Chef. This alone has convinced me I'll be stopping by here a lot more often.
Thone/Robin/Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
Chuckling slightly, he cut off another piece of egg and raised a hand to rub the back of his knuckle against the underside of his nose, which was starting to tickle again. That only seemed to make his nose and knuckles itch even more.
Beck: I think the last time I had a freshly cooked meal like this was… actually back on Bajor, come to think of it. I tried my hand at making hasparat for… someone special.
Thone/Robin/Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0