<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent now hungry for stew and security</strong><br/><br/>The bowl set before him smelled even better than the Bajoran stew. Brady thought he sampled all spicy food on Earth, but before him was something new. His lips curled into a broad grin. He nodded while grabbing a spoon. “Yes, hotter is better.” Brady looked up and his cheeks once again flushed.<br/><br/>The nurse grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the liquid. He brought it up to his lips. Before taking a bit he hesitantly looked back to Lieutenant Tosh. It wouldn’t be poisoned. He brought the spoon closer and opened his mouth, taking in the food.<br/><br/>Damn.<br/><br/>Hot.<br/><br/>Brady’s eyes widened and his lips began to tingle. He bit his bottom lip, just to be sure it wasn’t a stroke. For a moment the young human was afraid to swallow the spicy heat, but he did so…if not just to give his tongue a relief.<br/><br/>That’s when it hit the back of his throat. Brady’s nose began to water and eyes clouded up. He asked for hot. He got it.<br/><br/>