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[captainchakotay]

::steps into mess, sliding padd into pocket on the way...some people look for excuses to overwork, and following the Captain's lead is a decent one

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[ba_neelix]

::bends a bit further over pit, whiskers twitching...more pepper, perhaps?::

::actually jumps when voice comes from behind, feeling a twinge of guilt despite the knowledge that transfer request has been signed and sealed...security will just have to manage, the kitchen needed rescuing from Bolian tastes::

::settles back, replacing spoon on table and patting tunic down::

Ah...Captain. Running late, are we? I supposed you had replicator rations to burn, or I would have brought the meal to you.

[captainchakotay]

It's alright. I had the rations, but my legs needed the walk.

::glances over his shoulder::

Chadre'kab?

[ba_neelix]

A fond revival. Chell just couldn't get the flavoring down, I'm afraid.

::pretends not to see smile hovering on patron's lips, scooping an ample helping::

We also have dessert...apple pie.

::nods head to general mess::

Tom's request. Of course, Kes baked it.

[captainchakotay]

Of course.

::takes plate and drink, following the Talaxian's gaze to a table in the far corner...where ltcmdrtomparis is thoroughly engrossed in scarfing down his portion::

It's nice to see some things never change.

::recognizes bruising potential of statement too late, turning to measure cook's reaction...he doesn't seem upset::

She's been helping you out a good deal lately, hasn't she?