Muffin Debt
Posted on Sun Apr 10th, 2016 @ 12:13am by Lieutenant Daln Hadren & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago
Mission:
Talosian Perversions
Location: Intel Offices
Daln headed to the Intel offices, a basket of muffins in hand. He had borrowed a cup of sugar, and now he had to share the muffins. He just hoped he could give them to Santiago and then get back to the bridge where he was coordinating with his people. It was a bit of a helter-skellter situation right now, with the Tellarites in the lounge and the resupply going on and a number of other tiny things going on around the ship. He entered the offices and waited patiently for the Spaniard to have a free moment.
Dylan was just heading out of his office and saw Daln standing there, basket in hand. "Hey...what brings you to the shady part of the ship?" he grinned playfully, his eyes drawn to the basket.
Daln lifted the basket and the smell of freshly baked muffins swirled through the room. "I borrowed some sugar, and now I'm bringing you what I promised you: twelve uttaberry muffins." He handed the basket to Dylan, and then smiled. "It was the least I could do since you provided one of the key ingredients."
"They look amazing." Dylan beckoned him over, eager to see if they smelt as good as they looked. "Though, you know you could have had the sugar without doing this right?" he smiled warmly.
Daln grinned. "I promised you two muffins in exchange, and I'm a man of my word. There are half a dozen there, and no, I won;t give you the recipe."
"It'll be Ethan that we'll have to break that news to." Dylan laughed, "One taste of these and he'll be bugging you for weeks." he picked a muffin out of the basket and sniffed it appreciatively.
Daln shook his head. "Sorry, no one gets this recipe. Grandmother Obran would never allow anyone outside the family to get any of her recipes. If she was alive, she would have my head if I gave it out."
"Well then, we'll leave you alone though, I'm not sure Ethan will be able to." Dylan replied as he took a bite of the muffin in his hand. "Oh my..." he mumbled through a mouthful, "Yeah...he's definitely gonna be after you."
Daln laughed. "I can't give him that recipe, but...if he was really serious about wanting some recipes...maybe we could arrange a swap from time to time? Like cornbread. I love cornbread. Not with sugar, though."
"He'd like that." Dylan nodded, "He's always on the look out for new ideas and I'm hopeless because I don't know anything." he added with a sheepish grin.
Daln chuckled. "It's not that hard. You just can't be afraid. It's like with an animal, like Bart. If you're afraid, you're going to lose."
Laughing too, Dylan said "Animals don't scare me, now an oven? That's a different matter entirely." He winked at the other man.
"Exactly. If you're afraid, you freeze and it turns into a giant mess. Fear is the problem of many who can't cook, when it's really a lot simpler than you think. I have a recipe for tossed stew. It's really easy, just chop things up, throw them in a pot, and let it stew for about 45 minutes. Really easy. It'll be a good starter for you."
"Maybe I should try it." Dylan grinned, "Ethan will drop with shock if he sees I've cooked." he chuckled, the idea of it appealing to him.
Daln smiled. "You should. It's a lot easier than you think. Come by my quarters later, I've got the recipe stored there. And now, I have to get my ass to the shuttle bay or Nexi's going to worry." He frowned. "I think that Borg cube episode shook her up more than most people think." He scowled, then headed out. "I'll see ya then," he called, raising a hand and turning half around as he walked away.
"See you later." Dylan called after him, already planning his surprise cooking adventure in the next few days.
Lieutenant Dylan Santiago
Chief of Intelligence
USS Hera
Lt Daln Hadren
Chief Sec/Tac Officer
USS Hera