<USS Avalon> Klaxons and Cooking
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- Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2005 23:08:26 EST
Klaxons and Cooking
by Warrent Officer Emeril Fontaine and Petty Officer First Class Shylicia
Nitey
"Law, what's all the fuss about, now?" Shylicia Nitey exclaimed, looking at
the faces of her fellow crewmen. "Uh, what're we s'posed to do?"
"Nous devons rester dans nos quarts pour permettre au reste du servir d'
Ãquipier de combattre, Shylicia", exclaimed Emeril, "Oh, so sorry, you
probably
cannot understand my French, I said, âWe are to stay in our quarters to allow
the rest of the crew to fight, Shyliciaâ."
"O' couse I can't tell what-in-the-hell you sayin'. I don't try to speak no
high-falutin' languages. Jess plain ole English works fer me, you know.
So... we jess sit tight an listen to them sirens a'blarin'?"
"Oui, that is correct. SoufflÃ? I am creating testers for the wedding."
"Ooh!" Shylicia moved over to the counter in the kitchen, though the red
alert lights were flashing all around them. They were manning their battle
stations all right. She plopped up on a stool and leaned over to receive a
bite of
Emeril's souffle.
"I hope that they don't plan on having ze wedding during a battle, these
sirens are causing havoc to the recipe."
Shylicia laughed as she took a bite. She rolled her eyes in delight and
exclaimed how wonderful it was. "Oh, that one! You gotta do that one. I
think I
could marry me a man if he'd cook like that for me! Are you gay?" she asked
suddenly, narrowing her eyes.
"I am French", he exclaimed, making a gesture with his hand to signify
greatness, "my father and his father and his father and so on were all chefs."
"Uh, yeah, okay. So are you gay?"
"I am not... but at this point in my life, I am married to my food."
"Law, I'd marry your food if it was up for grabs. I jus' figured snaggin'
the man was the next best thing!"
"Ze don't think we have much in common, Shylicia, except the food." He
looked over the counter and spoke to himself and then looking at his cookbook,
"Perhaps, I will suggest a raspberry and lemon wedding cake, it is my
speciality
after all", trying to change the subject.
"I'm thinkin' the food would be enough, but suit yerself," she said, taking
another huge bite of the spinach and cheese soufflÃ.
In silence, he continued to cook and she tested, while the klaxons blared and
the ship rocked.
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