>>5967094>>5967098>>5967230>>5967254>>5967651>>5967883>Give EoN the sample and allow her to go on ahead, it will take her time to set up her equipment anyway, just so long as she doesn’t alert the ship to where she got her research material. You’ll stay and explain, and eat.“I don’t suppose I can convince you to sit down and eat with us first EoN?” You ask halfheartedly, but you already know the answer.
“Sample, Dallas, now.” Eyes-of-Night says in a dangerously sweet voice, her staring eyes black, unblinking voids. “I won’t ask you again.”
You shiver slightly and reluctantly hand over your coveted multi-tool full of grey goop. For all the rivalry the Tyllano woman has going on with the imposing wolf-like Cleo, EoN sure manages to imitate her predatory intimidation exceptionally well at times like these.
“Alright, why don’t you go prep it for analysis and I’ll catch up in a few minutes.” You concede.
She snatches it from with a deft flick of the wrist, and promptly turns on a taloned heel to stride away with her beak in the air. “Don’t dawdle,” She sniffs, “I won’t wait for you once I’m ready.”
“Don’t take any notes digitally!” You call out belatedly, but she’s already disappearing through the mess hatch, lost in the press of arriving officers keen for a meal. You sigh and look back to your companions, only to find them silently looking at you with expectation.
<span class="mu-i">Well, nothing for it now. Best to strike while the food’s still hot.</span>
“So what’s the special occasion? Seems like the Chef has magnanimously emptied the entire larder for our enjoyment today. That’s rarer than wyrm’s teeth!”
You quickly take a seat opposite Kiro and snatch up a piping hot pancake, tearing it in half to let it cool quicker.
“Hmm, I was just speaking with Navigation officer Cleo on the way over and it appears we are ahead of schedule.” FoZ informs you distractedly, “We will be leaving the system within the next twenty four hours and there is no room left in cryo for the perishable produce we have recently acquired. Hence the lavish affair.” He waves a feathered hand over the food before you, minus one pancake of course.
“Hey! No fair, those are mine.” You brother pouts, trying ineffectively to reach across and reclaim his stolen prize. “The butter needs to melt just right, you know that!”
“Sharing is caring, bud.” You quip genially, and take a bite of the fluffy, buttery morsel. “Ah, f- hot!”
You swallow quickly as your mouth stings painfully, burnt. Kiro just grins, shaking his head in exaggerated disappointment.
