Madame Zeyva Thoné - Come Dine With Thee
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: =/\= Response =/\=
Thoné: =/\= I’d like to invite you to my chef’s table as my guest, I have a small, rather large surprise for you! =/\=
Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
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: =/\= Response =/\=
Thoné: =/\= Medical Emergency! Bring a Napkin and some wine! =/\=
Beck: =/\= Response =/\=
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: Response
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!
Om-Zora: Response
Zeyva felt a twinge of sourness in her mouth.
Thoné: Don’t speak to your mother like that.
Om-Zora: Response (Optional)
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!
Om-Zora/Beck/Evinrude: Response
Tags / TBC
OOC: Happy Halloween! Get ready for the most awkward double date ever to exist!
I asked Ace (Om-Zora) if they wanted to be involved before setting the date up ;-)
As previously established, Robin is a PNPC of mine.
Zeyva Thoné
Federation Representative for Culinary Affairs
Proprietor of the “Clean Hall” (USS Ronin (NCC-34523))
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