[sb118-valkyrie] Ensign Arthur Strathmore - Hwæt, Valhalla

[Arthur Strathmore]

(( Valhalla, Forward Observation Lounge ))

Strathmore: I don’t actually drink myself. What do you know about Synthehol?

 

Charn: Never heard of it. Sounds like an industrial product.

Arthur stuck out his bottom lip and nodded.

oO Come to think of it, that’s exactly what it sounds like. Oo

Strathmore: Good guess, but no. It’s a synthesized variant of alcohol with all the benefits and none of the debilitating aspects.  

Charn dismissed Arthur.

Charn: Sounds too good to be true, so what's the catch?

Strathmore: This is no catch. Welcome to the “catchlessness” of a Federation starship.

Charn's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Charn: Kid, if this is an elaborate ploy to poison me I will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Arthur laughed.

Strathmore: I didn’t know you believed in ghosts. Anyway, go grab a seat ::Arthur walked in the other direction:: and I’ll be right back.

Charn: Fine. I'll sit over there ::he pointed to an open table:: and you bring me a big haspirit and a strong drink. Should I ask the server for a booster seat for ya kid?

Arthur raised his voice to be heard better over the noise of Valhalla.

Strathmore: You’re a funny man, Charn. Never lose your sense of humor. It’ll aid you in the darkest of times. 

Then, Arthur went behind the bar and entered the kitchen. There were his hasperat supplies. His own little corner of Bajoran cuisine on top of a shelf. He had his cooking supplies moved in here before he had even moved into his own quarters. That was something he had missed on Denali: good home cooking. Something he had rectified on the Valkyrie.

He took the jar down first. This spiced brine went as far back as 2300, but he’d have to ask his step-grandmother if that were true. It could have been much older. Regardless, it had been pickling Bajoran peppers for generations.

Eventually, Arthur had all the ingredients in front of him: the flatbread, the mesto, the moreka, the lettuce, the creamed lopp cheese, the fire sauce, and lastly the pickled  spiced peppers. He wrapped it all up lightning fast. It wasn’t his first hasperat, that’s for sure.

He placed the dish onto a tray, cleaned up his station, grabbed a green bottle off the bar, and walked out to meet Charn. Arthur strutted over to him and presented the meal with great excitement.

Strathmore: May I present you the Illos Family Hasperat. You won’t find better hasperat in the sector.

Charn: Response

Strathmore: Good point. ::Beat:: Well, try it. I have to know what you think.

Charn: Response

Strathmore: It’s spicy, it's savory, it’s sour, it’s sweet, it’s salty, it’s every flavor possible in a sandwich wrap and somehow it works.

Charn: Response

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Ensign Arthur Strathmore

Counselor

USS Valkyrie, NCC-76418-A

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