A friendly new face popped in and Cate smiled happily at the dark haired, pleasant looking Bajoran male.  She shook his hand and introduced herself in return, silently wishing she had remembered a common greeting in his native language.  The only thing she could recall was Peldor Joi, which was a holiday greeting and not appropriate.  Making a mental note to brush up on her Bajoran she returned her attention to the conversation.<br/><br/><em>Food</em>, she mused silently as was her habit, yes food was definitely a way to keep her happy.  Fresh cooked food was a creature comfort that made people feel more at home wherever they were.  She decided that she may have to whip something up in that kitchen at some point.  Cooking could be so nice and cathartic, and it was a great opportunity to dabble.  Cate inhaled deeply after taking another sip of the pint, feeling herself becoming more comfortable and 'at home' by the minute.<br/><br/>"So, Chief," she began to Renn, "any particular events I should know to mark down on my social calendar."  A lighthearted giggle escaped her lips, the idea of her actually having a social calendar was amusing ... of course that was a bit of an inside joke, wasn't it?<br/><br/>One quite chiseled male swiftly followed by another entered the lounge, clearly in search of food and seemingly focused on that mission at hand.  Her eyes studied them both, for though they appeared human Cate doubted they were and it peaked her curiosity.<br/><br/>She nodded to Lieutenant McGalleon, agreeing that there were indeed a number of hungry crew members, and who wouldn't be with that lovely wafting scent he had cooking!  "Anytime you would like a taste tester for one of your creations, put me down first on the list," Cate told him with a grin, though her eyes clearly showed the comment wasn't in jest.