fiddling

[ensigntanner]

*ducks out of office, looks around*

*sees no-one*

*steps quickly through the armoury to the small workshop out back*

*locks the door*

*double checks*

*goes to the far storage bin, opens it, pushes aside a drop cloth, pulls out his baby*takes it to the workbench

Comments

[_cunningham_]

Don't forget, Izzy keeps talking about that poutine stuff. It's Canadian food of some kind, it sounded pretty good when she told me how to make it. Maybe we could program it for the party to make food we all miss from back home. I got some recipes or whatever we could plug in there. Cause comfort food or whatever, ya know, it goes good with the jammies and stuff.

::mind dwells on idea of replication::

I wonder if that thing could replicate some extra poker chips and a few extra sets of dice for a craps game, too. Cause Tanner, buddy, this is the best technology I have ever seen in all my life. You are a true genius and all that.

[ensigntanner]

I try, I try. We need to meet and test this, though, to make sure it works properly. Just the basics.

Say a deck, some chips, some chips of the edible kind, maybe some dips, and beer. Interested?

[_cunningham_]

You're on, I gotta get out of the cabin while I'm off duty recovering from this darn bug. And this IS all in the name of research, right?

So... let's see if this baby of yours makes salsa and onion dip, huh?

[ensigntanner]

We'll plug it into that handy conduit we found that runs through the roof of my quarters and see what happens. Say 2000 hours?