Ah food ... comfort food.  That was just the ticket.  The very idea began consuming Cate's thoughts as she walked from her quarters towards the lounge.  Something that would make her feel all warm inside.  On her data pad she pulled up the ship's schematics, making sure she was headed in the right direction to the lounge, though she knew she had the layout memorized.  Her stomach rumbled louder and she could practically smell ... chili ... ooo yeah, chili, that would hit the spot!<em>Must be hungrier than I thought</em>, she silently mused.<br/><br/>The door to the lounge swished open and there was no longer any doubt whether the chili was imagined or not.  That was the real deal and it was heaven to the senses!  She inhaled deeply and let the spicy intoxication fill her.  "Holy sausage and eggs!" Cate breathed with a delighted grin and lowered eyelashes, blissful as though she'd taken in some illegal substance.  As if independent of her brain her feet and legs began to glide her toward the nexus of savory smelling goodness.  Her copper head peeked into the kitchen to see the simmering pot on the flattop, like some sort of foodly oracle calling to her.  "I had no idea the ship had been assigned a chef ... " she thought aloud.  "Wonder if it's ready yet," came her second verbal thought, followed by shifty blue-green eyes.