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[neversets]

Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

Comments

[archaeotechnician]

And she's got a good dad. That also helps. [ and an ability that means only a fool would cross her. a soon dead fool. kid's lucky as hell.

aphra claps her hands together. ]

So tell me what the next step is. I'm starving.

[neversets]

Thanks.

[He gives her a bit of a bashful smile at that.]

Oh, there's mashed potato and mince with gravy if you want some? So far people have approved?

[archaeotechnician]

Sounds divine. Worlds better than the rations I've been living off of. Give it here.

[neversets]

[He gets some from the oven, putting a serve on a plate and handing it over with a fork.]

Enjoy.

[archaeotechnician]

[ aphra digs in with gusto, stops after the first mouthful.

very seriously, ] You are my new favorite person here.

[neversets]

[He laughs.]

Thanks. I'll remember I can buy your favour with food.