| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Tag Maya
(I am writing for my brother and partner, they are both way too busy to log in lately so pardon me

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

OOC: It's hard writing for such an introvert. With Maya 'less is more' but sometimes 'less is just less'!

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

Tag

Oatha loves the chaos, but vulcan meditation could do well for her lol.

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

[OOC: Modified my reply]

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

Tag Maya

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

Maya clasped her hands and graced Tybald with a formal nod.

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

"Tension," the little Vulcan's large hazel eyes narrowed. "Something is being stretched? Or are you telling me that you have a schedule to keep? In this case, I will depart. My apologies," she finished with another formal nod.

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

Maya clasped her hands and graced Tybald with a formal nod.

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

"Tension," the little Vulcan's large hazel eyes narrowed. "Something is being stretched? Or are you telling me that you have a schedule to keep? In this case, I will depart. My apologies," she finished with another formal nod.

Oatha felt a tension headache coming on dealing with so many ill fitting pieces at the same time. How did a Starship Captain manage? Determined to maintain her Hospitality despite the cultural barriers she smiled even wider.

"Non, Doctor, I 'ave nothing but time for you. Do not let those ruffians interrupt you. You came to the galley for a reason non? Please sit, or share?"

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

Maya clasped her hands and graced Tybald with a formal nod.

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

"Tension," the little Vulcan's large hazel eyes narrowed. "Something is being stretched? Or are you telling me that you have a schedule to keep? In this case, I will depart. My apologies," she finished with another formal nod.

Oatha felt a tension headache coming on dealing with so many ill fitting pieces at the same time. How did a Starship Captain manage? Determined to maintain her Hospitality despite the cultural barriers she smiled even wider.

"Non, Doctor, I 'ave nothing but time for you. Do not let those ruffians interrupt you. You came to the galley for a reason non? Please sit, or share?"

"My apologies," Maya repeated. "I must confess that I desired a private chat with our visitor," she explained as she nodded to the towering Andorian, "if it does not inconvenience you?" she asked Tal Sek 'Thaan.

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| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

Maya clasped her hands and graced Tybald with a formal nod.

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

"Tension," the little Vulcan's large hazel eyes narrowed. "Something is being stretched? Or are you telling me that you have a schedule to keep? In this case, I will depart. My apologies," she finished with another formal nod.

Oatha felt a tension headache coming on dealing with so many ill fitting pieces at the same time. How did a Starship Captain manage? Determined to maintain her Hospitality despite the cultural barriers she smiled even wider.

"Non, Doctor, I 'ave nothing but time for you. Do not let those ruffians interrupt you. You came to the galley for a reason non? Please sit, or share?"

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([Tal Sek and Tybald are stuffing their faces over in the galley, we are alone presently] "My apologies," Maya repeated. "I must confess that I desired a private chat with our visitor," she explained as she nodded to the towering Andorian, "if it does not inconvenience you?" she asked Tal Sek 'Thaan.)

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Ensign Bishop's voice replied from her station on the bridge. Bonsoir, chef cuisinier. That would be my pleasure. As for a special treat, I've been eating nothing but resequenced protein lately. Anything you make will be la délicatesse.

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Maya continued to watch the interaction between the Andorian the extroverted humans. She tilted her head like a cat and looked at Tal with a discerning gaze.

Oatha assumed the Vulcan was not about to speak openly with a crowd, she glanced at the serving window leading Tal's gaze that way. "I love your eyes handsome, you can come anytime beau. Bon appetit!" She snapped her fingers, and a steward came running, "Set the table, warm the trays, we have early diners."

"Mangez bien" she said to him, and Tal smiled widely, "My most deep appreciation, you must tell me how you speak so, it is my favorite Terran accent yet and-."

“Chacun voit midi à sa porte... flattery gets you little now go eat, go! Go!" She waved Tal towards the kiosk and returned her full attention to Maya.

"So rude, no? What can I do for you?"

"My apologies," the little Vulcan said in a calm mezzosoprano voice with strange lilting accent. "I thought that I was the only extraterrestrial onboard." She glided over to Tal and clasped her hands. "Doctor Maya of Vulcan," she said with a slight bow, "the ship's doctor."

Vulcans were a sore point for Tal, a fair amount of his career had been spent rooting their agents from hiding. However he had a sense of decorum, and Maya seemed genuine enough. Deciding to play nice he put on a small smile, the gesture a learned one from humanity. Someone familiar with Andorian Body language would see the tension in his posture and antennae primed for alertness.

Returning the bow as well, he introduced himself, "Tal Sek, recent Exchange to the Discovery. Acting Lieutenant and Armory Officer. A pleasure to meet you Doctor." He hoped the bland simple sentences added together into a polite, intelligent response."

Oatha picked up on it for sure, she had never witnessed the two species in the same room before but it felt like trouble. They were both being consummate professionals, but the tension was there. Rather than abate it she took a wild step and snagged Tybald as he tried to sneak past her grasp. She was ready and pulled him into the ring.

"My son Tybald, he 'as recently become the helmsman, "She pushed him slightly forward, "Go on, tell them about yourself."

An exasperated child like look well worn into his features was expressed suddenly, "Mom!" His protest sounded as childish to his own ears as to others so in attempt to recover he continued calmly.

"So, yeah.. I'm Tybald pleasure to meet you Doctor Maya, And Mr. TalSek was it?"

Maya clasped her hands and graced Tybald with a formal nod.

The Andorian seemed to smile a little more genuinely and the antennae certainly reflected the same. He knew this was a gentle moment, and one he would encounter commonly.

"Tal Sek 'thaan. I do not understand "mister" I have dual meaning, is it that you are using an honorific specific to males of your species? Similar to "Sir?"

Oatha meant to avoid troubled waters but had steered them right back into it, Determined to have her oment with Maya she grabbed the two of them and pushed them to the food kiosk.

"Je ne vais pas avoir cela, aller manger et me dire qu'il est délicieux et être avec vous ou ce sera votre dernier repas ici!"

Tybald blanched at the good natured rant, but the two new friends were set in front of a cabinet filled with pastries, confections, pies, mostly desserts given the mid afternoon lull people experienced. Delicious Coffees, Creams, additives and spices filled their senses as the cabinet opened.

Satisfied there would be no further issues in her little sphere she returned to Maya a moment later. "It will only get busier Maya, I couldnt help but notice that tension just now. I won't have it in my Kitchen mon nouvel ami."

"Tension," the little Vulcan's large hazel eyes narrowed. "Something is being stretched? Or are you telling me that you have a schedule to keep? In this case, I will depart. My apologies," she finished with another formal nod.

Oatha felt a tension headache coming on dealing with so many ill fitting pieces at the same time. How did a Starship Captain manage? Determined to maintain her Hospitality despite the cultural barriers she smiled even wider.

"Non, Doctor, I 'ave nothing but time for you. Do not let those ruffians interrupt you. You came to the galley for a reason non? Please sit, or share?"

([Tal Sek and Tybald are stuffing their faces over in the galley, we are alone presently] "My apologies," Maya repeated as she glanced at the Discovery's second extraterrestrial guest. "I must confess that I desired a private chat with our visitor," she explained. "Perhaps another time," she nodded before gliding to the door.

Either the little Vulcan didn't like crowds or she was bashful when it came to attention. It was hard to tell with a face that was as easy to read as braille through gloves. Or was her aloofness a result of what happened to the first officer?