Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - The Dessert Menu
Martin Tucker
Tucker: Amazing.. ::he squeezed her hand::
Rox: ::resting her head on his shoulder:: It is really. ::squeezing his hand:: Thank you for all of this.
He leaned to give her a light kiss on the top of the head. Marty was glad she liked it, the whole thing took some planning, but he was able to do it without alerting her to what was going on. He wanted to be a surprise, and she was loving it.
Tucker: You are very welcome, m’dear.
Rox: ::looking at him:: Look I want you to know that I fully plan to enjoy all of this. ::gesturing around the room:: But at the same time if we had to have peanut butter sandwiches and Kool-Aid in a Jefferies tube, I'd still be happy to be there, with you.
Tucker: ::he smiled brightly:: Sounds good to me.
Marty was still looking over the menu when the Bolian waitress returned to take their orders. It was tempting to order the tasting menu, but instead he went with the meat option, a tenderloin of steak, pomme puree, and Bordelais. The beef from what he understood came from Bajor, which would explain it’s price point. But it didn’t matter to him. Marty wanted to go all out, and he at the Latinum to back it up. To drink, he ordered a Bolian Bourbon, produced only once a year.
Rox: When I was a little girl, they had these rolling blackouts for a while. All the city lights would go out and I could sit on my bed and look up at space from my window. Probably what made me want to travel.
Marty nodded taking a sip of water as they waited for their drinks to arrive.
Tucker: I used to go out deep in the vineyard, on one of the larger hills and lay under the stars dreaming what it would be like to travel the stars, fixing things. He had a skill and at one time had harbored the thought of joining a freighter crew. Marty’s best friend from Cal Tech, talked him out of it and to join Starfleet like his buddy was going to do
And the rest they say is history,
Rox: It was nice. ::beat:: Until the lady below us started yelling at her cats. ::nodding her head side to side:: Then the guy across the street would start swearing at her.
Tucker: Sounds like an interesting neighborhood. Our closest neighbor was about 16 kilometers away. So there was no yelling at cats. ::he chuckled:: though sometimes it was too quiet.
Sometimes the silence was enough to drive a person mad, but Marty preferred it from time to time. Now he loves the sound of a warp core during the night shift. The background noises of a starship, but sometimes sitting in pure silence, helped center him.
Rox: ::chuckling:: I do sort of miss Edith. I knew all her cats by name and sometimes I'd recite them to help me get to sleep.
Marty looked up to see the waitress returning with their drinks. She handed Marty his and sat Rox’s down on a napkin. She smiled, inclined her head, and hurried off. It was a fairly busy night, and Marty enjoyed people watching from time to time.
Tucker: Do I really want to know how many cats?
Rox: Response
It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with Rox’s salad. Marty skipped the rabbit food this time and opted for just his meal; it was a pretty big plate. He liked salads and such, but just wasn’t in the mood for it. His grandmother used to make him eat salad with every meal when he visited.
Tucker: So then this begs the question, are you a cat or dog person? Me, I’m totally a cat person. They can take care of themselves for the most part, and don’t need to give the cat constant attention like you would a dog, and a cat would be better for starship travel. It seemed like a very short time from the salad course to the main course, but here it was. She deftly set both dishes down in front of the right person. Marty nodded thanks as the waitress spun on her heels and headed away.
Marty cut a slice of his tenderloin, added a little pommes puree to the fork, and took the bite. It was all he could do not to have his eyes roll up in the back of his head and pass out over the absolute explosion of flavors. He tried to savor that first bite for as long as he could.
Rox: Response
Marty took a sip of his bourbon to clear his throat; the oakeyness paired well with the dry-aged beef. The only thing missing was a cigar; he didn’t participate often, but he and Kiran had sat down and had one when he asked to be transferred to Security, where he knew he could help a lot more than from engineering. Who was Marty to deny that?
Marty: I promised myself we wouldn’t talk ‘shop’ while we were eating, but I'm curious to know how the dynamic in the medical division is working right now.
Rox: Response
Marty took another bite and followed it with a sip of his adult beverage.
Tucker: This steak is fantastic. How’s your dinner?
He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping it was a good review. There were a couple of other restaurants out here in this section of Lolagi IV, but Marty researched and asked around. And that’s when he picked where they are now. Highly decorated Chef and cuisine from around the galaxy.
Rox: Response
They enjoyed their meal in silence for a few minutes. The star field that was the roof of L'Éclat d'Étoile was the Lolagi IV night sky. The starfield was amazing, and he was pretty sure he spotted the Ronin in orbit. You had to know what you were looking for, and Marty, being that much of a nerd, knew exactly.
Tucker. ::pointing up:: Hey, Rox, there’s the Ronin, the last place I want to be right now. I’m very happy with the company I have at this table.
He reached across the table to give her hand a squeeze. He wasn’t to ask about the fracus that got her put in lockup, as he really didn’t want to know. If she said or did something to that nasty surgeon they picked up from Division 14. She was just a loathsome humanoid.
Rox: Response.
Marty came up, what he called even. There was exactly one bite of steak, potato, and the asparagus-looking vegetable that came with the dish. He stacked all three and took a final bite. And he wa pretty sure he had room for some desert.
Tucker: You going to be up for some dessert? ::he waggled his eyebrows::
Rox: Response
Marty nodded and politely waved their waitress over.
Tucker: Could we get your dessert menu? I hear your pastry chef is a craftswoman.
The waitress nodded and handed each of them a padd with the dessert menu front and center but also the bio of the L'Éclat d'Étoile’s pastry chef. And he was amazed she was human, this far out. But at one of the galaxy’s best restaurants, so it had it’s perks.
The waitress turned on a heel and headed back into the throng of people. They have some sort of noise dampeners. There were at least 600 people in here, and everything was very low. Like just above a murmur, maybe that’s why she wasn’t talking.
Rox: Response
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