Stardate 61170.46, Delta Quadrant.

[captainchakotay]

Captain's Log, Stardate 61170.46

Crewman Celes and I have been planetside on the Fen Domar homeworld for nearly two standard weeks. While the Crewman is an...interesting...companion, I'm impatient to make some progress on our actual rescue plan, and preferably sooner rather than later.
::hovers thumb over padd, debating

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[celes_tal]

::has just finished icky duty of scraping...well, kinda dinner...off...kinda grill::

::dumps fried fruit...that makes a lot of sense...on big bark leaf, stepping around small fire::

::clears throat, watching captainchakotay jab away at padd as though his life were dependent on it::

Sir. Grub is ready.

[captainchakotay]

::blinks, looking up from log::

::shuts padd down, dropping it and reaching out to take offering::

::sniffs discreetly...something off, not that....::

::pauses, staring at meal in hand::

Celes, what happened to the plates?

[celes_tal]

*feels eyes widen*

...

They're not as durable as the books would lead you to believe, Sir.

[captainchakotay]

::swallows::

I...see.