<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Daniel_Storm.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Daniel Storm</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cooking in the canteen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone in the kitchen, while Zara is mingling</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Enjoying himself</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Finally, Daniel was back in an environment that he felt confident in. Encouraged by both his own interest in cooking and by Zara's previous hug. He smiled at the memory of their time together during training. They had been getting along fine, well, maybe more than just fine, but he had never really made a serious move. They had spent so much time together so that flirting had become a natural thing for them to do. Daniel was taken back to the present by an alarm going off. He swiftly switched the saucepan filled with soup to another heater, keeping the warmth as he put an unfinished soup on the main one. It would take a lot more than a few pans of soup to fill the bellies of the crew, but it had to do until later.<br/><br/>Daniel let the soup boil as he walked away from the kitchen and approached Zara, letting his hand affectionally stroke her back before he appeared next to her.<br/><br/>"I hope everything is to the liking? I didn't have much to work with but it will still your hunger." He said with a smile, his hands drying themselves on the rag hanging from his waist, his lucky rag. He did so absentmindedly, an odd habit of his.