@bakcr, tell me what’s wrong
& teeth bite down on her lower lip as her shoulders slump. blue eyes lift to look at the lieutenant in front of her. souffle seemed to be the only dish that she couldn’t get right - ellie wondered if it was what she was working with, or if she truly just didn’t have the talent for it. ❛ this is my fourth one, ❜ the brunette gestured to the deflated bowl, lower lip now jutting forward in a pout.
❛ i just can’t seem to get it right, ❜ ellie huffed and threw off the oven mitt, as she slumped further down onto the bar stool. ❛ not the most pressing thing to be upset about but i mean… i have to feed the crew something. ❜ & no the replicator was NOT an option.
At this point, it was likely most logical for Aella to submit sympathies and take her leave. After all, she was not particularly handy with food -- any food further than soup, that was. She did not believe she needed vast knowledge in the area of food preparation to recognize that soup and... ah, whatever it was that was in the bowl before her were quite different dishes.
“Is it imperative that you feed the crew this?”