Danielle never knew anyone who could smile and then the next second, smile even more. It wasn't just a continuous smile, it was a wider one grown from a regular smile. This smile had good intentions in it and Danielle could not help but grow one of her own. She listened to the black man say that Phoenix was a good man, despite the asshole exterior. I thought as much, Danielle thought, continuing to listen. She realized a man being in the Navy would have to suck up any cowardice and put up front his pride. Take away the pride and expose the hidden would leave someone like Tristyn vulnerable to attack. But Danielle wasn't one who would attack. In fact, she grew to love the real Tristyn just by a little bit just by listening to this humble black man speak. The words, 'be kind,' hit her and she knew exactly how to act in front of Tristyn. Be kind, not the annoying little brat I think I was yesterday, she assured herself.<br/><br/>As the words, 'be kind,' lingered in her mind, she watched as the Master Chef wasted no time in preparing the meal she had requested. Those large hands, cooking up something delicate like a home-cooked meal to bring morale up and fill bellies with comfort. In no time at all, a small plate was prepared and given to her. She put the plate on an empty tray, but stopped to listen to whatever advice Marcus had left for her. Get my point across, she thought of the phrase. What point am I trying to get across to Lt. Phoenix? she thought. That, despite I'm a little annoying at first, I can be as kind as an angel? Is that a good point? She looked at the exquisite craftsmenship of the cut-up lasagna noodles bathing in molten cheese keeping chunks of chicken and bacon flakes afloat on the surface, losing herself for a bit and then realizing something. She thought to herself, If I was as hungry and hurt as that guy is, then a plate like this would certainly open me up to kindness. I have to kind, that's all.<br/><br/>Marcus reiterated his advice to be kind and Danielle responded,<strong>"Right. Be kind."</strong>The black man gave a bow to Danielle and she did the same, giving the man a slight nod, not wanting to have this delicate plate of goodness fall to the floor is she performed a bow. She turned and made her way out of the kitchen and right when Tristyn finished asking his question to the air, she appeared from behind the doorway, carrying what looked to be food. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be Marcus' Cheesy Mac, though without the macaroni. In its place ... were those lasagna noodles. Danielle set the tray with the plate on top in front of Tristyn.<strong>"Here you go. I know it doesn't look like your favorite dish, but ... just try it,"</strong>she told him, snatching the apple from his hand and replacing it with a spoon. She glanced at her camera, but realized it was an object that played very well in annoying the lieutenant so for the moment, she just left it there. Her urge to take a picture of this fleeting moment had to be controlled, for Tristyn's sake. She hoped he would like the dish.