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Val was oddly feeling like he was back on Pacquin. Having this many people on board had kept him in full time manager mode, or pretty close to. When it was just the crew, there was plenty of downtime. But he was enjoying getting to feel like he was back at the Golden Dragon running a shift. And much like those days, Val didn't stay still for long. Which is how he found himself in the kitchen, checking on cooking.<br><br> | Val was oddly feeling like he was back on Pacquin. Having this many people on board had kept him in full time manager mode, or pretty close to. When it was just the crew, there was plenty of downtime. But he was enjoying getting to feel like he was back at the Golden Dragon running a shift. And much like those days, Val didn't stay still for long. Which is how he found himself in the kitchen, checking on cooking.<br><br> | ||
| β | The water for the pasta was nearly at a boil and Vikki was chopping up the last of the vegetables, humming as the knife flashed under her hands. She checked the water, added a little soy sauce and sesame oil, and went back to getting the carrots ready to cook. It was her turn in the galley and making food for 19 people was a stretch for her, but luckily she'd helped in community kitchens as a teen back home. | + | The water for the pasta was nearly at a boil and Vikki was chopping up the last of the vegetables, humming as the knife flashed under her hands. She checked the water, added a little soy sauce and sesame oil, and went back to getting the carrots ready to cook. It was her turn in the galley and making food for 19 people was a stretch for her, but luckily she'd helped in community kitchens as a teen back home. Scramble the eggs and water the soup. It'll stretch to feed one more ... Or so the mantra went. She smiled as she scooped the carrots and put them aside. No stretching here. Valentine understood how important food was to morale. He kept them stocked with enough to go around. She'd just added the udon to the water and given the strands a stir when Valentine walked in.<br><br> |
"Oh hey," she chirped cheerfully over her shoulder. "You're just in time."<br><br> | "Oh hey," she chirped cheerfully over her shoulder. "You're just in time."<br><br> | ||
