Dinner for Two(OKAY, THERE'S NO DINNER HERE. MY BAD.)

Posted on Sat 9th Mar, 2013 @ 1:31pm by Captain Eee-eee-rie--eeee-eek Nightingale D.Sc & William Lev
Edited on on Sat 9th Mar, 2013 @ 1:31pm

915 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: "The Perfect Fit"

"So, you are trying to tell me, that you nut-jobs are intending to create an artificial biome on a Starbase?" Lev asked, as he began day two of the clean-up project that was The Perfect Fit.

"I do not understand the relevance of a working hard-shelled fruit has to do with our attempts to create an artificial environment?" Her translator asked.

Lev laughed. "Ah, yes. A hundred years, and still, you can't get the Federation Linguistics team you've been requisitioning for those idioms." He said, shaking his head. "It is an idiomatic saying, meaning a person of questionable sanity."

"If that is the case, Mister Lev, I should point out that you proposed to that person of questionable sanity." Nightingale sang, and her translator translated. Lev had always loved hearing the soft notes sing through her suit, just under her translator. She deliberately avoided speaking English when they were alone for this reason. "I believe that the 20th Century filmography classic Star Wars says it well. Who is the bigger fool? The Fool, or the Fool who follows him?."

Lev laughed. "Well, that's true enough, I guess. Hadn't realized you were trying to get caught up on Filmography, though."

"A colleague of an old friend suggested it. He was quite verbose, when we last met, about filmography, in general." Nightingale said.

"An old friend? He?" Lev asked.

Nightingale chuckled. "While he certainly had a reputation as a ladies man, William, you can cool your jealous streak. He was dating Ms. Robinson at the time, and one does not cross a friend like that."

"Ah. What was his name, just out of curiosity?" Lev asked.

"Curiosity, or 'the first name on the list of men who I need to make sure never get near my fiance'?" Nightingale asked.

"Would you believe me if I said 'six of one, and half a dozen of the other'?" Lev asked.

"Probably." Nightingale said. "Daniels. That was his name. He was a good kid. Way to young for Robinson at the time. Fresh out of the Academy. But then, she shares my appreciation for younger men."

"You're about the only woman I know who would make a joke like that, Songfish." Lev said, with a chuckle.

"You mean could, you old grump." Nightingale said, with a mischievous look on her face.

"HEY!" Lev said, throwing a coat-hanger at her, in a playful fashion.

"We're getting off track." Nightingale said. "Yes. That's the plan. We're planning on integrating several newer breakthrough technologies, with obvious choices of animal life, to keep the environment properly regulated. There will even be fishing permitted."

"I'm sorry, fishing, like with a rod, and reel, and grilling of fish afterwards?" Lev asked.

"Yes. And I want you to consider my webbed feet, and how close they are, in proximity to you, and the strength with which I can kick you, before you make any commentary in that regard." Nightingale said.

"Well, I wasn't going to say a word-" Lev started.

"Like hell you weren't." Nightingale interrupted. "Regardless, I suspect that your offering of administrative assistance is probably the best Mrs. Lantz is expecting of you, in all honesty."

"Hey, that's all well and good, Songfish, just expect me to actually go fishing once or twice a month." Lev said, with a laugh.

"Well, I suppose that's understandable. Why else would you build something, if not, for others to use?" Nightingale asked. "Although I don't have to tell you what will happen to you, if you catch another Velurian swimming in there, and run off in the middle of the night with her, now do I?"

Lev eyed her, and shook his head. "No, Songfish, I don't. We'd never make it off the station."

"Oh, you'd make it off. Just not very far." Nightingale said, with a chuckle.

"That's reassuring." Lev said, with a chuckle. "At any rate, the clean-up assistance crew should be here shortly, and, to be truthfully honest, I don't want them distracted from their work-"

"And Vulcans are fond of over-analyzing everything so you would appreciate me going to do my job like I'm scheduled to do in half an hour, so they don't get distracted with questions about Human-Velurian romantic relationship related subjects?" Nightingale asked.

"You do know how to strike the subtlety out of conversations, my dear Songfish, you know that?" Lev asked.

"One of my better traits, don't you think?" Nightingale asked, as she began walking towards the exit of the shop.

"Well, if you ask most people, certainly, but I'm personally fond of the view and the brilliant scientist who can grasp the subtleties of quantum physics." Lev said.

"But mostly, just the view. And the signing." Nightingale said, with a wink, as she stepped out the door. "If I find out that you married one of these Vulcans while I'm at work-"

"I'd pay to see that cat-fight." Lev said, with a chuckle.

"You know, maybe I should stay, and supervise you." Nightingale said.

"And avoid your science labs? Hah. There isn't a thing I could say, or do, that would keep you from all the blinking lights and mysterious knowledge." Lev said, with a wink. "Carry on, you. I'll behave myself, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that, William." Nightingale said, as she left the shop.

"Oh, I know you will." Lev said, with a wince.

 

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