<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Late Night Munchies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Drack was so focused on his work that he didn’t notice Jay’s presence until she spoke up right beside him.<br/>“Shit!” he growled, whirling around and brandishing the whisk in front of him like a weapon, a dollop of custard hanging off of the end, before lowering it slightly.  “Damn kid, one of my hearts skipped a beat there.”<br/>If someone had come at him with hostile intent, he would have noticed their presence, no matter how focused he was on his task.  However, the asari’s simple curiosity had her elude his danger sense and catch him by surprise.  He went back to whisking his custard and shuffled over so that she could get a better look at what he was doing.<br/>“I’m making Happy Food,” the krogan informed the young pilot.  Once the custard had cooled to a spreadable thickness, he trundled over to a fridge and put it inside, taking out a plastic pitcher filled with very loose batter.<br/>“It’s what my eldest called it when she was very young, before she knew what it was actually called.  The name stuck.”<br/><br/>As he headed towards the kitchen’s flat top griddle, he spotted the Everclear Jay held in her hand.  To a krogan, it had a good punch and could get him drunk.  It wasn’t hard to figure out what it would do to an asari.<br/>Drack looked at her carefully for a moment, then grunted, “You look like you could also use Happy Food.  Pull up a chair or something while I make you some.”<br/>Over the many years of being a parent, whenever he was making something for himself, he would always make a bit extra because inevitably he would end up sharing some of it with someone, usually his children.  Never failed.  He knew Jay didn’t intend to, she was just curious about what he was doing, but it wasn’t in his nature to leave alone when it was clear to him she needed a little pick-me-up.<br/>“You don’t want that to hit an empty stomach, not unless you also have two livers or plan on cutting it with some juice or something.”<br/><br/>Heating up the griddle, he greased the surface with some butter and waited for it to start sizzling before pouring some of his batter on top.  He grabbed a large offset spatula and started to spread the batter into a much larger and very thin circle with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.  Once the batter on top looked to be firming, he swiped the spatula underneath the batter in one smooth and quick motion, separating it from the griddle, before flipping it over just as easily.  It didn’t take long for both sides to have developed a nice golden colour to them and he took his crepe off and put it on a nearby plate to cool.<br/>“Talk to me while I put this together, what’s on your mind?” Drack asked as he made his way back to the fridge and took out his bowl of custard, another bowl filled with whipped cream and a carton of blueberries.  He slathered a thick layer of custard over one triangular section, covered the custard completely with blueberries, and added generous dollops of whipped cream before folding the crepe into a cone.<br/><br/>“Here you go, Happy Food,” he said as he handed the plate over.  “You just pick it up and eat it with your hands.”