Airik was served his simple glass of white wine and he thanked the crewman. Wine was a completely different story on his home world. It wasn't aged for years or even decades. The full bodied wine was aged for generations. That was true of most liquors and cordials. When you lived seemingly forever things took on whole new perspectives.<br/><br/>He took a sip and managed to get it down. It wasn't all that bad, actually. Nothing that would win any awards, but won't kill anyone either.<br/><br/>"Doctor, not at all, please join me." Airik noted that the Chief Medical Officer changed out of her uniform and into something much more comfortable and appropriate. He noticed she ordered a martini cocktail.<br/><br/>Not that it mattered that much. They'd all be drinking synthehol which was the complete opposite of alcohol. Airik had a few bottles of wine stowed away for special occasions, otherwise it was purely non-alcohol for the crew.<br/><br/>"I see you must have found your quarters. Either that or you gave the crew quite a sight while changing." Airk smiled warmly. He noticed the Intelligence Officer enter. Hopefully Three-Forward would become a place to unwind.