<div align="center"><strong>-= Simeon Gaorong - discussing culinary differences - aboard The Gamble =- </strong></div><br/>"...still say having eggs unspiced is a tiny tragedy, but one must make do with what one has at hand. Ah, Captain, good morning." Simeon spared the ship's owner a smart nod and a more ambiguous wave of a utensil from the galley's preparatory area, still fixing a bit of the day's breakfast for the crew alongside Miss Marsdan. While not always involved in the crew's meals, now and then the combination of needing something physical to do and wanting to help out the young doctor with the food was too much to bear without acting on the urge so created. This was such a day. Following his routine shower and dress, the older man simply needed to have a task at hand on which he could act. They would have work to do soon enough planetside, no doubt, but they weren't quite there yet. Idle hands had the potential to turn toward less productive ends if left in that state. Thus, he had set to work.<br/><br/>What does an ex-Alliance naval officer wear to cook? Why, his uniform of course: the classic blue variety in this case, all prim and crisp and stand-up.<br/><br/>And a multi-colored apron.<br/><br/>With frilly trim.<br/><br/>He'd been asked why the feminine accessory the first time he'd brought it out aboard The Gamble some months earlier. His answer? "I have found those who bear grudges toward what this uniform represents have difficulty bringing themselves to attack a screen of colorful butterflies."<br/><br/>And so it was an artificial field of wings accompanied Si's delivery of a skillet of scrambled eggs - or at least the closest he could manage to a full skillet of scrambled eggs using one real egg and various protein supplements - to the dining area, sliding it into the center of the table for the crew to draw shares from as they were ready. "You have a knack for arriving just in time to get your food while it is still hot. Always refreshing to be reminded there are others who value punctuality. I am reminded of-" The beginning of his reminiscing was cut off by the intrusion of the ship's proximity alert, doubtless to the relief of those who would have comprised his audience. Sometimes the veteran's stories could be entertaining, but nostalgia about being on time? That couldn't have been going anywhere fun. "Sooner rather than later, then," he concluded, sitting down to have a quick plate himself. If that was the grounding alarm he'd likely be needed on the surface before long. Best to be ready before then.