Chiana

[amusebouche]

Despite being short of many supplies (Bert had not yet delivered the requested goods), Andras had managed to make a meal worthy of his name. Being the ship's chef often meant he had to cook great quantities and in a limited amount of time. He made meals. There was hardly ever a moment to make dinner a performance.

He was grateful for the time off when they docked. People went to visit the planet and there was much less need for dining in the ship's kitchen.

He had therefore been able to make a full three course meal for two. He was proud of his efforts and knew the result would be appreciated.

There was a knock on the door and he straightened his waistcoat to open the door to greet his guest.

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[nebaritralk]

Chiana had made her own preparations for the evening. There was a bottle of wine that had been part of a case procured for her bar - she knew for a fact that it was good wine, spicy and deeply flavoured and heady, and this one bottle was left. It was a sign that it was meant for tonight's dinner, and she took it to her quarters to change into something more appropriate. She chose one of her favourite corsets, one that let her move while still doing amazing things to her cleavage, something in a dark grey that matched her eyeshadow. Her pants were as skin-tight, and comfortable, as usual, closer to leggings than pants, and her boots were both alluring and practical. That was the best descriptor for her outfit as a whole, if you asked her.

"Andras," she greeted the chef when he opened his door to her. She had the bottle tucked under one arm, and she switched it to her hand and held it out. "Here's to hoping it fits what you had planned for tonight." She stepped forward, into his space unless he moved out to make space for her to enter, and tilted her head to look up at him. "Or we can keep it for after dinner drinks."