the food aboard the ship is edible, at least, but nothing reminds him of home quite like cooking up a traditional meal or two. on their last shore leave, he spent some credits on fresh ingredients and has been devoting a good portion of his energy to COOKING. whenever chekov decided to cook, the entire deck would typically smell of garlic or onions or some other sort of distinctive aroma. but he’d managed to get his hands on some BEETS at the last starbase. perhaps too many, it seemed, since he had a good deal of excess. while it would be nice to keep some to tide him over until their next stop, he hadn’t yet earned the right to store ALL of his leftovers, so he would have to share. ❝ doctor mccoy, would you like some borscht ?? ❞
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