Madame Zeyva Thoné - Sour Cakes

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Zeyva’s Kitchen, Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))

Lemon man was equal parts sour and salty, but he was as efficient as the equal bronzing on a finely cut soufflé. The additions he’d made to the clean hall had been strawberry sweet. Clearly deserving of a reward.

 

Zeyva had heard through the grapevine that Mr Neverrude was forever in a mouth-watering state for another member of the crew. Her course of action seemed clear.

 

Thoné: =/\= Mister Neverrudeeeeee…. =/\=

Evinrude: =/\= Madam Thoné. I will have the fuel canister adapted for the broiler on schedule. =/\=

Thoné: =/\= I’d like to invite you to my chef’s table as my guest, I have a small, rather large surprise for you! =/\=

 

The lemon man seemed to mutter to himself over the comm-line as Zeyva anticipated his response.

 

Evinrude: =/\= Oh, well I... =/\=

 

oO Spit it out Oo

 

Evinrude: =/\= I am free, Representative. =/\=

 

Zeyva laid the table, four places at the rustic, yet modern plaided rounded table in the corner of her kitchen. Her daughter, Robin had a date, although Zeyva as usual wasn’t informed of their dietary requirements, so the grand seating plan on the Ronin was completely thrown off (the nerve of some people). Now… For Evinrudes surprise… A date…

 

Thoné: =/\= Clean Hall to Sickly Bay =/\=

Beck: =/\= This is Doctor Beck. What can we do for you, Clean Hall? =/\=

Thoné: =/\= Medical Emergency! Bring a Napkin and some wine! =/\=

Beck: =/\= Understood. I'll be on my way shortly. =/\=

 

The table was laid, now all that was left was for the guests to arrive.

 

 

((Timeskip, Mere Minutes later))

 

Her daughter Robin had arrived with her date. Zeyva’s beak curled upwards as she saw one of the only people on board who understood anything about anything.

 

Mister Om-Zora looked reluctant to be there, yet Robin clung to them like her life depended on it.

 

Thoné: Robin! Om-Zora!

Robin: Mother, please meet my date, Om-Zora

Om-Zora: Evening, Zeyva.

Zeyva gave them each a small peck on the head, before gesturing them into their seats. She handed a napkin to Robin. However, she didn’t trust Om-Zora to know how to do it himself.

 

Thoné: Here darling, let me.

 

Robin looked between her mother and her date.

 

Robin: Mother, please! He knows how to wear a napkin!

 

Zeyva felt a twinge of sourness in her mouth.

 

Thoné: Don’t speak to your mother like that.

 

Om-Zora: I do know. But it’s alright. I don’t have as much familiarity with the Klowahkan way, I suppose. 

 

Zeyva continued to tuck the napkin into Om-Zora’s uniform. However, as she was finishing up, making sure he was ready to eat correctly, the door to the clean hall opened.

 

Thoné: Guests! Please, come and sit down!

 

Young love was a beautiful thing. The way that Beck and the Lemon man looked at each other. It was enchanting.

Om-Zora: ::in a monotone:: Evening to you both.

Beck: Lieutenant. ::to Thoné:: Correct me if I'm wrong, but this doesn't look like a medical emergency, Ms. Thoné. ::a beat:: Mrs. Thoné? I apologize, I am not familiar with Klowakhan formalities. Maybe 'Chef' is more appropriate, considering the setting?

 

Thoné: Madame, Chef, Academic… All are welcome terms at my table.

Evinrude: ::To Om-Zora.:: Evening, Om-Zora. We haven't really been in the same room for long. ::He added affably, then turned to Zeyva.:: Representative. ::Then Robin.::

 

Robin double-checked the crispness of her napkin, as the younger of the two men nodded at her.

 

Evinrude: Tess Evinrude, I don't believe we've met.

 

Robin: Lieutenant Tho- ::Clears throat:: Just call me Robin.

Om-Zora: I didn’t realize there would be more people.

Beck: ::under his breath:: You and me both, sister. ::clearing his throat, louder:: I, uh… brought a bottle of Andorian wine as I was given no parameters for what I should bring. I hope that works.

 

Zeyva smiled as she accepted the bottle.

 

Thoné: Ah my taste-buds! An interesting selection. I shall source some fine chalices for this.

Evinrude: Yes, apologies for arriving empty handed. I didn't realize this would be...a party. Zeyva Thoné, always full of...surprises.

 

Robin: You may want to hold that thought, Lieutenant.

 

Thoné: Plenty more to come! It’s going to be an evening of delightful food oO and love Oo.

Om-Zora: Well, you know what they say. Birds of a feather, and all that.

 

Zeyva clicked on her heels as the two lovers sat next to each other. She knew she was a good match-maker. Now for the food to seal the deal.

Beck: So… what's on the menu, Chef?

 

Thoné: To start, a selection of Cardassian Quale Eggs, harmonised with the essence of Sweated Bajoran Moba Fruit. For Mains, I shall pair your wine with a roasted hogfish on a bed of Lemon-Soaked Terran Potatoes and assorted vegetables. Finally for dessert, Vanilla Ice cream with sprinkles.

 

Robin: Sounds beautiful as always, mother.

Om-Zora: Response

 

Evinrude: I'm afraid the broiler isn't ready yet, trouble adapting the fuel supply safely. But we've got some solid equipment installed, surely enough for such an...accomplished chef.

 

Zeyva’s beak curled.

 

Thoné: Well, that’s bitter lemon man. But a chef never blames their equipment, only their ingredients and customers.

Beck: Okay, then… do you have any specialties? I am a bit of a foodie myself, so I'm willing to try something I've never had before.

 

Robin smacked her wing against her face in astonishment.

Robin: You… You shouldn’t have said that, sir.

 

Robin's reaction was met with an equal opposing reaction from Zeyva herself.

 

Thoné: Ah a foodie! Finally, someone on the ship who makes sense! You’ll have to come back, alone. Yes?

 

Om-Zora: Response

 

Zeyva smiled, heading into the back to get some ingredients to make a start on the dinner. She didn’t want to disturb the lovebirds after all.

Beck: So… what's the occasion? I've never been pranked into a dinner before…

Evinrude: Wait...pranked? ::Tess smiled, ignorant to the circumstances.:: Do tell...

 

Robin: ::Bluntly:: She thinks you two are gooey lava cakes for each other.

 

Om-Zora: Response

 

Evinrude: ::Looking more confused, but still smiling.:: Oh, no no, Quentin and I are...acquainted. We shared a rather...intense experience on Bajor, some time ago.

 

Robin: Oh, a holiday? A Lover's retreat?

 

Om-Zora/Beck/Evinrude: Response

 

oO Oh damn, not that kind of intense experience Oo

 

Robin: Ah, my apologies.

 

Om-Zora/Beck/Evinrude: Response

 

Robin gazed at Om-Zora, putting her wing around their back.

 

Robin: Yeah, we’re an item. He’s my little sour-cake.

 

Robin kissed Om-Zora gently on the head.

 

Om-Zora/Beck/Evinrude: Response

 

Tags / TBC

 

Zeyva Thoné

Federation Representative for Culinary Affairs

Proprietor of the “Clean Hall” (USS Ronin (NCC-34523))

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