That Time of the Month

[Vilanne 0]

It wasn't pretty. Vilanne had managed to heal quickly from the past surgery. She always healed quickly. However, her body was out to get her now. She didn't want to wander around sickbay, and wasn't scheduled for a break. She had hours before her shift ended.

 

 

 

She sat in the lab holding her abdomen through each of the cramps, while toying with some recipe from an Ensign Ghardelli she met briefly on the station days prior.

 

 

 

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Vilanne wasn't one to normally complain about stuff like this, but the chicken in her salad was certainly not cooked – and Vilanne knew better than to eat raw chicken. She whispered to the waitress about the problem with her chicken. The waitress apologized and swiftly removed the dish from her table, returning shortly with a freshly cooked version. It was too much at that point, because her stomach was already churning. She turned down the replacement. The waitress tried to please her with any dish, but Vilanne continued to refuse, opting for a rain-check.

 

 

 

Morsel Ghardelli worked in the kitchen on the station and was the one honored with handling complaints. The waitress explained to Morsel why the replacement food was refused, and that all other offers were also refused. Morsel had a way with customers, but loved being in the kitchen even more. She found out which table the unsatisfied customer was and paid her a visit.

 

 

 

Upon approach she saw a sour look on the officer's face, but hoped that she could help satisfy her. "Thank you for coming into our restaurant. We never hope to have something happen to the food that would displease our clients." She paused and watched the lady look up without response. "I had hoped to replace the faulty meal with any of our other delicacies. Anything, truly, Lobster Tail, Steak Diane, anything your heart desires. We wish to make it up to you."

 

 

 

Without releasing her cramping innards, she looked to the Chef, who was also an Ensign, according to the pip on her collar. "You are with Starfleet?"

 

 

 

Morsel began to explain how her marriage displaced her at times at this station while her husband was on certain missions, since she was with child. She explained how she loved being in the kitchen and was taught by some of the finest culinary artisans in the quadrant. They spent an hour talking, sipping various teas, then finally sharing a couple sample desserts.

 

 

 

After this long, Vilanne was starting to find herself feeling confident in her new friend. She finally explained that it was not only the chicken that caused her distress – there was a monthly friend visiting that wouldn't give up.

 

 

 

Morsel excused herself, then returned momentarily with a data crystal in hand. She turned Vilanne's hand over gently, and dropped it into her palm, then slowly closed her fingers around the object. "This will be the best thing you've ever desired." The tab was picked up, and Vilanne eventually returned to the USS Manticore with the crystal in her belongings.

 

 

 

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Her cramping had not stopped. She found ways to stay seated for some relief, but eventually found time to hide in the medical lab. She pulled the crystal out of her pocket, and toyed with the ingredients. She didn't have the proper cooking appliances, but the medical equipment had certain settings that would find a good replacement for such.

 

 

 

After replicating all of the intricate delights, mixing as defined, and finding a way to cook the thing in the lab, the timer finally beeped and the machine shut off. She slid her hover-stool over to the machine and pulled it from the enclosure on the unit. The wave of deep dark chocolate filled the lab, and probably not only leaked out into sickbay, but through most of the ship. You could almost taste it in the air alone.

 

 

 

The Brownie Delight was warm, and laced with more chocolate and vanilla sauce. This had to be the best tasting dessert she'd ever had. She dipped her spoon into the soft cake-like fudge and cleaned the spoon after each bite. She knew this was good, and knew she had to upload the recipe to the chef onboard, as well as release the process to the replication data, so that others could order portions in the privacy of their quarters.

 

 

 

While others started coming into the lab to find out where that delicious smell was coming from, she noticed that there were no more cramps. No more pain. No more distress to her body to keep her from being mobile. She wasn't moody. She was delighted to have found a replacement for those monthly irritations, and was thrilled to share it with the rest of the female crew.

 

 

 

((::uploads a rather large bowl to Commander Farrington::D)