I'm Makin' Waffles!

Posted on 29 May 2013 @ 5:59pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk
Edited on on 01 Jun 2013 @ 7:00pm

1,343 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Liyar's Office
Timeline: MD 10 1030 HRS

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Bored to tears and knowing Liyar was working, Kiwosk finally decided he was going to actually do something productive on his down time this morning. It had been a while since he had had a chance to sit down with his friend for more than a few minutes at a time with the Vulcan working on Alpha shift and him on Beta it was very rare they even met up for lunch any more, and with him spending more and more time with Lieutenant Panne...

He suppressed a grin at the implication of that idea, but the rumourmill was spreading and it seemed like the two individuals were becoming close, possibly more than close, which was no surprise to Kiwosk. Liyar was a no nonsense type of individual just like Maenad, and Liyar and Panne both looked noticeably happier in recent days.

As he beat the batter and smashed his strawberries, adding a bit of sugar he grinned. Decided to add some stashed maple syrup on the side and writing down the recipe for his Vulcan friend. He let the bacon sizzle in the frying pan noting the smell and grinned.

Perfect.

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Liyar's office

Cyrus let the chime ring once and the doors slid open. "Take a break, it's breakfast time," he ordered.

A stray PADD slid off of Liyar's head and thunked off the floor at Cyrus's entrance. Liyar startled awake like a deer in headlights, sending another happy pile of about twelve PADDs stacked neatly beside him sprawling off the side of his desk, spreading over his lap and the floor. He smoothed his hair down with his hands and blinked. He could smell food. And- he closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair. Cyrus. Was standing there. The morning just got better and better. He thumbed open the terminal of his computer and finished the paragraph he'd been typing before sleep became a better option and then closed the thing again.

The past few days had been... interesting. Then last night, he'd spent with Maenad. Fallen asleep in Maenad's bed, only to wake up on the tail end of a raging nightmare, out of sorts and angry. Maenad had actually calmed him down in the moment. He'd made her breakfast. Ironically, the same thing that he could smell Cyrus holding. He had, after all, taken the cue from his friend. But it would return later. In images, crawling through his body, the gaping hole in his mind. He thought, even if it had been T'Yron, he might have handled it better now. He was learning, thinking, feeling it. But it wasn't. He'd buried Raek at the bottom of his lake, only to have the whole thing trawled and upturned anyway. His hands, consequently, were wrapped in medical tape. He had no intention of seeing Kohl because he couldn't guarantee that Kohl's head would remain attached to his neck, and there were no spare regenerators in the holodeck.

Aside from the hands and the hair and the eyes and the rumpled clothes and the- well- everything, he seemed okay. Maybe. And maybe he was. He still felt better than he had in some time. Only his dead kid kept surfacing in his head, and he couldn't sleep, or think, and the migraines were endless, and Naskisem was still there- whoever she was, and what would happen the next time he saw Neo? Neo saw everything, always had. Liyar let out a long, even breath and moved aside a few more piles of PADDs to allow Cyrus to set down his contraption of food. "Good morning," he said, and his voice sounded steady, if sleeproughened.

"You've looked better." Kiwosk stated and he slid the two waffles, homemade strawberry sauce and maple syrup down for Liyar to eat. "How are doing?"

Liyar rubbed his eyes and eyed the waffles curiously. Only a few seconds passed between his assessment of them and his obvious hunger, and his hand inched over to the fork and snatched it. "What day is it?" he muttered, only half-sarcastically. "These SETs, the same thing- over and over again." He gestured at his terminal futilely. "Do we not possess the Federation's most advanced network of sensor relays?" he asked, cutting a piece of the waffle off and spearing it with his fork.

"Just because it's the most advanced...doesn't mean it works." Cyrus chuckled and grabbed his own plate sitting down at his friend's office. "Besides, Vulcans are better than computers anyway! You should feel honoured." He teased.

"I feel nothing," Liyar reminded Cyrus dryly, sticking another bite of waffle into his face. "Did you make these?"

"I did. The best waffles are the ones that are made from scratch." He slid the recipe over the table. "Should you want these again." He added confidently. "I don't know much, but I know that my waffles are too good to pass the recipe to just anyone you know."

Liyar picked it up curiously. He saw the recipe contained eggs, which suddenly made the waffles in front of him a little less appetizing. Of course he imagined they were replicated, but- the idea- he twitched imperceptibly, but he continued eating them anyway. It was extremely rude, after all, in both of their cultures to refuse offerings of food. And, they were, as Cyrus had said, good. He memorized the directions on the PADD, thinking to himself that this would be a much better breakfast some day than what had come fully prepared out of the replicator that morning. "I believe that is the case with most meals," Liyar nodded in agreement. "I have never encountered food that is better replicated."

He nodded. "That's very true, my friend. " He chuckled and popped a quarter of the waffle in his mouth. "The key is knowing how long to whip the batter, too much and they get too dense. not enough...they don't get fluffy. Remember that."

The Vulcan arched his eyebrows in acknowledgment and his attention drifted between the breakfast and a PADD that found its way into his hand. He used his thumb to look through the news feeds, settling on an obscure Vulcan broadcast. "Have you spoken to Dr. Ni Dhuinn yet?" he asked, recalling their conversation from a few days ago.

His grin melted into a sad frown as Cyrus nodded his head. "It...didn't" He began. "It hadn't had gone as well as I had hoped." He said sadly. "The distance is a little harder than we both had thought."

"Then the two of you are not continuing your relationship?" Liyar asked, his head drifting to the side questioningly.

Cyrus shrugged, if the argument was any indication it certainly wasn't looking good. "I honestly don't know." He replied glumly.

"The two of you argued about it?" Liyar presumed, folding his fingers in front of him on his desk.

"We just argued in general. It was a rough talk. I think we are both avoiding talking about the big problem." He waved his hand dismissively. "But I'll be able to handle it. " He took another bite of his waffle. " You know, you haven't looked half as angry as you used to. You finally adjusting to ship life?" He grinned as he took another bite. "I'd daresay us humans are rubbing off on you."

Liyar blinked slowly. "There is no need to be insulting," he said, elongating his vowels dryly.

"No insult intended. A little humanity never hurt anybody. " He teased, chuckling as popped another mouthful of waffle into his mouth. Chewing softly he struggled not to laugh at his own joke, or at Liyar's sarcasm that had followed. He paused for a second...it was sarcasm...right?

He shook his head. "Just eat your waffles."

The Vulcan ate another bite and arched an eyebrow over his fork. "Yes, Captain."

OFF:

Lieutenant (JG) Liyar
Diplomatic Officer, VDF/SDD
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
TRT Squad Leader
USS Galileo

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