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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

[universal_charm]

_{[ He laughed at that, laying a fresh pancake onto his plate just because. ]}

Well, if it's 'in theory' then you can be as old as you want to be, couldn't you?

[neversets]

I suppose so. I have twelve years of memories.

[Apollo finishes the one he has, grins and starts on the fresh, hot one.]

[universal_charm]

Age is just a number, right?

_{[ He chuckled, pouring the last of the batter as he munched on a naked pancake. Even without syrup they were delicious! ]}

[neversets]

A measurement of the passing of time by Earth's rotation of the sun. Which is sort of 'just a number'.

[Apollo turned up a small jug of berry-ish gel and dunked a pancake in it, humming softly.]

Not bad with this, either.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He almost declared that blasphemy, but why ruin the moment? ]}

Well they were already perfect before, anything else added just increases the perfection.

_{[ He turned off the pan and set the mixing bowl in the sink before grabbing his own and going to sit at the table. ]}

[neversets]

Clearly so.

[Apollo breaks off a piece with the sweet gel and offers it out on his fork to Jim.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk looks at it and smiles, biting his lip briefly before leaning over and taking the bite straight off the fork. ]}

Hmm, not bad. What's that stuff again?

[neversets]

[That is exactly what Apollo intended, yes.]

It's labelled 'gel food substitute, flavor: mixed berry'.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He laughed softly and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb before licking the digit. ]}

Next time, just tell me a sweet lie and say it's jam.

[neversets]

It's jam.

[Said completely deadpanned.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He rolled his eyes, but laughed around a soft smile, cutting into a piece of his own pancakes with melted butter and a bit of syrup, holding it up to Apollo this time. ]}

I think it's actual butter, even.

[neversets]

I think it might be.

[He leaned forward and took the piece straight off the fork with his mouth, humming softly.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He watched, biting his lip a little was he did so. ]}

You know, I can come over and make these again sometime if you want. And you can always call me if you have any questions on the recipe.