<div align="center"><strong>-=Dani, in the galley, rustlin' up breakfast for the hungry hoards=-</strong></div><br/>Early morning on board The Gamble was Dani's favourite time of day.  It wasn't that she didn't like being around the crew...they were, in her estimation, family.  But sometimes family grated on ones nerves, and some peace and quiet was welcomed.  Each new morning brought the promise of a new day.  And despite still struggling with her demons, Dani held onto the small hope that one day, she would wake up and feel 'normal' again...although she had pretty much forgotten what normal felt like.<br/><br/>Leaving her shower for the evening to avoid the usual morning crush, Dani made her way to the galley.  If the Cap'n was taking his usual morning streak, she managed to avoid it, much to her relief.  She loved Griff, as much as she could love anyone, but his penchant for strolling the ship in the buff made her slightly uncomfortable, and each morning she hoped that she would get from her cabin to the galley without bumping into him.  Literally, or figuratively.<br/><br/>Fixing a hot, hearty breakfast for the crew had become something of a tradition for Dani, and she set about whipping up a batch of the biscuits that they all loved so much.  Her first cup of coffee seemed to disappear quicker than usual, and she was on her second before anyone else entered the small kitchen.  The sight of Si in his very feminine apron never failed to make her smile, and the young medic-come-chef happily let him pitch in and help.  They had cooked together often enough in the past that she didn't need to instruct him, and they worked side by side in comfortable silence for a time, until he felt the need to lament about their lack of spices to add to the eggs.  It was an old gripe which Dani knew to ignore.  Spices were expensive, and could be done without.  Sure...they were nice, but they were a luxury, and real food was always highest on the shopping list.  Dani made a mental note to try to acquire some on their next shore leave.  She'd pay for them out of her own money if necessary.  It would be worth it to see the pleasure her friend would take in using them.<br/><br/>Soon, most of the crew had followed the breakfast aroma's that had been wafting through the ship, and Dani greeted each one with a smile as they gathered around the table.  Happy to hang back from the group, she busied herself with tidying the mess she and Si had created while the others tucked into the spread on the table.  Dani got, if possible, more pleasure out of seeing her companions enjoying her cooking than she did out of doctoring their wounds.<br/><br/>Dani jumped as the alarm sounded, and she watched with amusement as Griff shovelled food from his plate into his mouth.  It seemed that they would soon be landing.  The familiar feeling of dread began to grow in the pit of Dani's stomach.  Persephone had been bad enough, and they were relatively safe there.  Who knew what dangers Bellerophon would hold for them?  Quickly devouring some breakfast for herself, she thanked Simeon for his help before heading back to the infirmary.  Although she didn't really need to prepare anything down there, the simple act of checking her supplies and equipment was soothing for the skittish medic.  And besides...someone might, at some point, need some doctorin'.  Best she be ready.