Post by delphine on Mar 1, 2010 13:39:24 GMT -5
Delphine had just arrived on the Orion from Deep Space Nine when she came to the Mess Hall. She hadn't expected that the food would be much compared to what she had had on the space station, but it was actually much better.
"You like xiǎolóngbāo?" the chef had said, sensing that it was Delphine's favorite food. "I'll make some for you." She had long since learned not to be surprised when other races read her mind; she figured the chef was from some telepathic race, perhaps a Betazoid. She was more surprised where this Betazoid became such a master of Earthling cuisine. But at least it meant that Delphine wouldn't have to rely on the replicator too much during her time on the ship, with someone who was so skilled at making "real" food.
As she ate the bāo (it was very succulent), she was transported back to her childhood in Germany, where her father, who was of Chinese descent, made it all the time. Delphine sorely wished her parents could come to accept her career in Starfleet and her acceptance of Vulcan culture and philosophy. It was as though because her mother had abandoned the Vulcan ways, she refused to understand what her daughter could find appealing about them.
Delphine looked around to see if any of her fellow officers were in the mess hall. There were some, but Delphine was too focused on eating the delicious bāo to get up and introduce herself. She hoped that maybe someone else who was equally lonely would come over to Delphine's table and make her acquaintance. She wasn't good at socializing, but even Vulcans liked to have friends.
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"You like xiǎolóngbāo?" the chef had said, sensing that it was Delphine's favorite food. "I'll make some for you." She had long since learned not to be surprised when other races read her mind; she figured the chef was from some telepathic race, perhaps a Betazoid. She was more surprised where this Betazoid became such a master of Earthling cuisine. But at least it meant that Delphine wouldn't have to rely on the replicator too much during her time on the ship, with someone who was so skilled at making "real" food.
As she ate the bāo (it was very succulent), she was transported back to her childhood in Germany, where her father, who was of Chinese descent, made it all the time. Delphine sorely wished her parents could come to accept her career in Starfleet and her acceptance of Vulcan culture and philosophy. It was as though because her mother had abandoned the Vulcan ways, she refused to understand what her daughter could find appealing about them.
Delphine looked around to see if any of her fellow officers were in the mess hall. There were some, but Delphine was too focused on eating the delicious bāo to get up and introduce herself. She hoped that maybe someone else who was equally lonely would come over to Delphine's table and make her acquaintance. She wasn't good at socializing, but even Vulcans liked to have friends.
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